Do you remember that time as a kid when you would walk up to your parent and put your arms up and say, “Carry me”? Yeah, me neither. Most of us don’t. But I do remember my kids doing it.
Sometimes in my mind, I say it to Daddy. It is not his job to carry me through things. I know that, but it is nice to have someone to support you. That is the kind of Daddy I want in my life.
Here I am thinking about him and the role he plays for me. It means a lot, and I don’t think people understand it. I don’t often understand myself, but it is evident when you meet those who are true Daddies and not just playing a part.
My hope is to one day have that dynamic with the person right in front of me. To be present for each other in that way. To take on those roles physically that, as of now, I have only gotten to do mentally.
Hoping it is not just some fantasy.
Lisa Gray 