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Monday, June 20, 2005

Father's Day

Yesterday was Father's Day. It was my second Father's Day as a Dad -- Susanna's second as my daughter.

Seems that I have very little recollection of the first one. Susanna would have been about 9 months old then. Back then, I would have held her and she would have been relatively content with me...

Fast forward a year and things change DRAMATICALLY. (I'm sure things will continue to change dramatically over the course of our lives.) Perhaps it's a phase. Or maybe it's me. I'll have to wait it out and be patient... but it's mildly frustrating to see my own flesh and blood "dis" me. She woud prefer the comfort of Mom almost everytime. I know that it has more to do with the fact that her Mom spends most all of her time at home with her. I know that the intrinsic bond is there between mother and child. I know that there's even the female bond going on. So it's a bit of a stinker when both of us parents are standing around and Susanna calls up to her mom to be held and not me. I hurt inside when she'd choose something other than me. Maybe it's a phase, so I'll bide my time and wait for the "daddy's little girl" phase.

I wonder if this is how God might feel about us? If God is our Creator, and we choose other "stuff" over him, how hurt must he feel when we "dis" him?