Showing posts with label Fatherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fatherhood. Show all posts

Sunday, June 16, 2013

To the Fathers who know

If you have children, you want nothing but the best for them. The best for them includes having the man who made those children with you playing a part in their lives and helping in raising them. You want him to help in providing their financial, emotional and psychological needs. Every child needs their father. And yes, every mother knows that.

Unfortunately, not every woman can guarantee their children that their father will always be there because well, some men are cut out to be fathers others are just not. Yet they all get the ability to procreate. How I wish Mother Nature could sift through the grain and separate these chaff by tagging them so that women would know what they are getting themselves into!

Some men know what it means to be a father – the impact you will have on your offspring’s lives, the lessons you will instill in them and your ability to protect them and guide them through life is what matters more than anything else. It all boils down to being there when your children need you. Once you are a father, your biggest and most important responsibility is to your children.

Other men on the other hand, have no clue what it means to be a father. They seem to think that all it takes to be a father is make a woman pregnant. They could care less what their children eat, wear or where they get life lessons from.

As we celebrate Father’s Day this year, my joy is that the clueless fathers seem to be decreasing by the number and we are seeing more men taking the fatherhood responsibility seriously. I see more men today raising their children regardless of the relationship with the children’s mother. I see fathers dropping their children off to school, tying their shoe laces and even carrying their infants in their arms, diaper bags hanging from their shoulders, to clinic appointments.

More men are changing diapers, cooking and getting their children ready for school. I can only pray and hope that the women in their lives are not using this very positive transition to take a back seat.

Besides my father who I waxed lyrical about during last year's Father's Day (how a year flies!) I choose to also give accolades to the father of my two beautiful daughters who, truth be told, knows what it means to be a father.

A father who knows that regardless of where we are at in our lives, the one thing that will never change is that he has two daughters who need him. That he has a responsibility to take care of them, school them and guide them so that they do not stray.

He is a father who teaches his daughters about kindness and gratitude. He encourages them to take their plates to the kitchen once they are done eating –help mummy, he says. He teaches them how to put their room in order, even though all they get right is how to arrange their shoes in a beeline while the bed remains a mess. When they proudly come to fetch him from the sitting room to go and inspect their room, both holding each of his hands, he indulges them and heads to inspect the ‘neat’ room with nothing but praise for the two. He claps with enthusiasm and as if by prompting the girls put their hands on their waist, swaying from side to side as he sings: “Well done well done, try again another day, very good girls! Wonderful girls!”

He insists that they say thank you when they are given anything and that they apologize to each other, and to others, when they do wrong.

A man who hustles so that his daughters can have the best.  Who knows his daughters’ needs without prompting. A man who has made it his responsibility to clip his children’s finger nails, wipe their noses when they have a cold and who whips up a good meal for them from time to time. 

A man who never misses a chance to tell his daughters that he loves them.

A man who knows what it means to be a father. A fantastic father.

Happy father’s day to the father of my children and to all the fathers who know.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Dads, Daughters & Distance

“I am your number one fan, and yet I have never graced your blog”, my ‘dancer’ complained to me over the phone the other day. I was surprised because he is not the type who enjoys drawing attention to himself - and that was my main reason for not bringing him all here. “But I have given you a few mentions here and there….” I tried to wiggle out of it.

“Where? I haven’t seen them”

“My previous posts… A-Ha! So you say you are my biggest fan, and yet you are not such a keen reader eey?” I tried to turn it around.

“Baibe, all I read about is Hailey & Heidi….” Did I sense some jealousy?

I realized that he was feeling ‘left out’, which was not fair. It’s tricky though, being in the life of someone who likes to pen down their thoughts and life happenings because chances are, you might bump into ‘yourself’ while reading one of their articles. I am sure no one is ever comfortable reading about themselves unless you have something good to say about them, or you write for the media in which case, it won’t matter. So where do you draw the line. Where do I draw the line, dear dancer of mine?

Being a private person, writing has challenged me to come out of my comfort (read private) zone because you cannot write unless you have a story to tell; you can tell other people’s stories for so long. When that is exhausted and you increasingly come close to becoming bedfellows with writer’s block, writing about yourself is something you cannot put off for a long time.

Through with the ‘pouting’ (ha!) we went on to talk about other more important issues. He wanted to find out how the kids were doing. How is Hailey? Does she ask about me? I really miss you guys. Is Heidi walking yet? Is she talking? To which I proudly, and selfishly-now that I think about it, say “Yeah, she finally said ‘Mummy’ the other day” Then the pouting starts all over again…”Mummy? What about Daddy? She hasn’t said ‘Daddy’ yet?” I then remind him that Hailey’s first words were ‘Daddy’ - you win some, you lose some.

I hand the phone over to Hailey and for the next couple of minutes, I somewhat cease to exist in her world. I lose her for a while as she converses with her father with all her senses. Her mouth smiles, “I am so HAPPY to hear your voice”, her eyes say “I miss you Daddy” and with her words, she actually says “I love you too”

I can make out the whole conversation from her responses; how is school, to which she answers fine. What did teacher say? To which she answers, she said to do my homework. Ok…how is Heidi? Heidi is fine. Give Heidi a kiss for me. She goes to find Heidi, wherever she is, and forcefully plants a kiss on her cheek as she goes “Mmmmwwwaaa….!” Heidi screams. She always thinks that Hailey is out to get her! “Si daddy amesema nimfanyie Mwwwaaaa!” she tells me defensively. I tell her it’s ok.

Mission accomplished, she gets back on the phone. Her father is laughing on the other end. As I am trying to convince Heidi that her older sister meant well, Hailey is singing on the phone with her father. It’s always either ‘Baby Jesus’ or ‘Kamares’. Today the song of choice is Kamares which has her wriggling her waist as she goes “Na Hailey siku hizi, ana ringa ringa ringa….anatoa waist kamares….” Who comes up with these songs!?

She gets a high from these phone conversations with her father. Sometimes, she will hand the phone to Heidi saying “Ongea na daddy” I guess she wants her to experience the same feeling of closeness she gets after talking to him. When Heidi learns to talk, I think the fact that she is also tired of being ‘left out’ of those conversations will be a motivating factor.

When I get the phone back, he asks again; how is she doing really? Fine, I say. His voice is heavy with emotion, and I sense it. You can tell that working miles away kills him sometimes. He misses his girls - He misses them like crazy.

I envy him because with all that goes on around us, the girls will always love him. Unlike motherhood, Fatherhood is not complicated. You only have to be there and the love you get back, ENORMOUS! You just have to be there, distance notwithstanding.

Keep at it baibe. Keep doing what you do best. Mwwwwaaaaaa!