Since I became a Dad almost 10 years ago, I was scared to death not being able to be a good father for my newborn daughter. I was afraid not to know what to do and to screw up. By the time my second baby was born, 2 years and 2 months later, I still didn't know if I would be the good father I hoped to become. One thing I had learned though. No matter how much I cared, how many precautions I took, I never would be able to prevent my babies from getting hurt, feel pain, get sick, get disappointed, etc.
The only thing I could do was and is, loving them unconditionally, being there whenever they need me, comfort whenever it was necessary and guide whenever asked for directions. It is absolutely necessary for my kids to make their own experiences so that they can grow knowing what life is like and all about. Sometimes experiences are good, other times they hurt but all are equally important - and I - I will always be there praying for more good than bad experiences, for the strength to be able to comfort and for enough time with them, until they are ready to go without me.
I found this little story and wanted to share it. I believe it is exactly about what I feel;
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Happy Father's Day to all of us
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