A dramatic Caravaggio moment
One thing that really touched my heart in India was the fathers, young or old, and their apparent devotion to their children. I first noticed their demeanor, and then started looking for it. How you might ask, did I come to that conclusion? I noticed that quite often and enough for me to notice, that the fathers were carrying their babies or the toddlers when the family was out walking. It was not the mamas who I remembered being on ” baby duty” just about all the time in America. Now before people take issue with me because my architect calls me the “queen of exaggeration,” hear me out. There are always exceptions and my son and my son-in-law are part of it. Said architect says, “He learns from those two all the time about being a good father!” That is a substantial complement from someone who gives them sparingly. I have to confess that these pictures are downloaded because I didn’t have shots of this. But interesting that Google Images had many on this topic. The first picture is haunting but peaceful as the child is snuggled up to her father for warmth and protection.
The joy of being together!
That tiny little soul who looks too fragile to survive.
Dad needs a larger lap!
Oh, that thumb is so satisfying!
This dad is glad to have a baby girl. Baby girls are for a later post.
A consoling dad. . .
I did want to tell you a tale, this morning from my teacher archives! I tried to honor both mothers and fathers of my “children” most years, by celebrating Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. Mothers came to school for lunch and a game because they generally felt more comfortable in school. For Father’s Day, there was a hot dog , chips and watermelon picnic in the park just down the street. No problem with Mother’s Day, I could count on all of them making an effort to attend. But Father’s Day was tricky. There were people who complained that some of the children had no father in their life. I wanted to celebrate the fathers who were involved and show them appreciation but not embarrass the kids. I would say over and over before the day…”If your father can’t attend for any reason, you can invite an older brother, an uncle, grandfather or anyone of your choice to join us for the picnic and softball game. ( Larger, softer ball but played like baseball)
On the celebration days, the kids would act entirely different, and this happened enough with different groups for me to see a pattern. The kids knew that their moms loved them and cared for them. If they couldn’t come, a substitute was fine. But if their dad had promised to come and was late, the child would be pacing and looking down the street. He or she would ask me, “Where is he? Is he coming?” I would try to console with, “He is probably in traffic, and on the way.” And the joy on their faces when a familiar car drove up, followed by big hugs for dad! There was no adequate substitute for dad. And I have to say, they all made an effort to come if they said they would.
This is a huge problem in the US with half of marriages, these days, ending in divorce. I am sad about that, but really just want to speak to the dads. I have come to the conclusion that dads have a huge role to play with their children for their self worth, as a role model for girls on how they should be treated by other men, and as role models for the boys of how to be a man and father. Mothers are so good at the nurturing and loving of their children and will try to be both roles, if it is necessary. Dads just know that your children love and worship you. Be there for them in whatever situation you find the family dynamics. It is worth the work and sacrifice to love your children. You will rejoice to see the adoration in your children’s eyes!
Namaste. . . . .Anne. . . . .T I I I