Published on February 15th, 2015 | by Richard Black0
Those Three Little Words…
As a stay at home father I’ve the pleasure of sharing many moments with my daughter. Her first steps come to mind. Her first garbled words are another. Last week Darcy woke up at one in the morning, leapt out of bed, raced to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I was only half awake at the time but it’s a memory I imagine I’ll treasure for many, many years.
Despite those moments and many others the three words I hear once, maybe twice a day are the most cherished times I share with my daughter. It shouldn’t mean so much to me I know. Four year olds are remarkably bright and intuitive but their verbal abilities can be lacking in many regards. Darcy still refers to tiny balls of mozzarella as “little baby Jesus” which is adorable unless she screams that she doesn’t like them at the top of her lungs in a crowded grocery store.
Despite my daughter’s belief that a small piece of cheese and our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ are one and the same I believe that Darcy and I have a special bond. I like to thing that the two of us truly understand one another.
It doesn’t matter how many times a day I hear those three little words my reaction is the same every single time. For me they imply so much. They mean that my daughter trusts me in a time of crisis and that I am her protector.
I try to cherish the time we have together. It’s not often my daughter and I will be this close. It won’t be too long until I won’t hear her beckon to me in her tiny voice as her lip begins to tremble, my heart skips a beat and she whispers those three little words I’ve come to expect and ask me to “take this booger”.