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Father’s Day.
Memories swirl.
Not buying stuff..not even tossing a ball
or writing a check.
But more.
I don’t remember how old she must’ve been.
Maybe six or eight or ten.
But my red-headed daughter crawled up
into my lap.
She pushed aside the newspaper I was reading.
Then she took both her hands
placed them on my cheeks
and turned my head toward her.
“ Look at me, Daddy. Look at me.”
Isn’t this what all children want.
But isn’t this what we all want.
To be taken seriously.
With no distractions.
No stuff.
No Newspapers.
No TV.
No cell phones.
No iPads.
No figuring up the check book
But: “Look at me Daddy
Look at me."
It’s really is all that they really want.
To give them ourselves
Like Joshua to reach up and stop that big yellow ball—
For just one holy moment.
To look at her. To care…,to let her know
above all else she at that moment
Is the most important thing in the world.
It’s what they want.
To look and care and
laugh and hug.
Look at her. Those moments pass—
she grows up. Moves away.
But she will always know
he looked at her and it mattered.
--Roger Lovette
--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com
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