It's ok, you can let go now Daddy. . . .
Last night i watched a video showing a father's piognant love for his daughter, and i was deeply touched by how it was portrayed.
The dad was teaching his daughter to ride a bicycle, and seem so scared to let go, until the girl said 'its okey daddy you can now let go '. Worry was written on his face until the girl turned around ang gave him an assuring smile.
As he walked his daughter down the aisle to the waiting groom tears just rolled down his check, holding the bride's hand tight, and never let go until his daughter whisphered 'its okey daddy' Even on his deathbed he never breathed his last until the daughter told him to let go because she's gonna be fine.
I asked three male friends all young dads how much they love their kids and their reply made me realize that there is no difference between mommy and daddy in that aspect. To protect them i will not mention their real names.
Friend one, Miks told me that when his son was born was the happiest moment of his life, i think all fathers do. His lifestyle had completely evolved around his son that he no longer enjoy hanging out with friends. After his work hour he always wanted to run home to be with Miggs whom he knew is already waiting for him at their doorstep. Miks can't imagine a day without seeing his son, and Miggs cant sleep without him. Such a wonderful bonding between dad and son.
Mike said no words can describe how much he love and misses his son.
Ram did not elaborate much but gave me a striking answer, ' i love them more than my Life'.
My Tatay
I always wondered if my Nanay love me more than my Tatay do, as i was growing up, i seldom saw him get angry, or laid a hand on my siblings, he also seldom scold us, i never remember a moment that he hurt me physically nor my younger siblings, but when he do it scares me a lot. so we always made sure we didnt do things to displease him. Is it because of Fear? Or it is because we love and respect him? Maybe both, but in all honesty i love my tatay and misses the days when he would carry me on his shoulder because i dont want to walk, when i sleep in our living room and wake up in the room, when he would come home from the farm with baskets of fruits for us.
Tatay was never expressive, but i knew he loved us, he is very proud of our accomplishments and he would always tell his friends that his wealth lies in the laurels and plaque we bring home.
I love you Tatay, thank you for being my dad and for giving me the the chance to see the world.
