A Father’s Love


A Father's Love

A Father’s Love

Most women are born with maternal instincts. All about the time, we start to hit puberty our hormones start to take on a life of their own.

We begin to make the change from a girl into a woman. It’s not always a pleasant experience, physically and emotionally. I remember feeling like the world was ending when I had a fight with a friend.

And boys…they were an alien creature that went from hot to cold, and cold to hot at the rate of a racehorse. Hmmm, have they altered much??

These transformations are a sign that our body is preparing to reproduce.

Not every woman is filled with a desire or fondness for having children, but what I have noticed, as I did myself, teenage girls have deep patience and kindness toward children. Therefore, parents hire teenage girls as babysitters.

But my question, are men born with paternal instinct? Do they have a natural capability to become a father? I have heard from men that they are overcome with a sense of fright when they learn they will be a father. Suddenly, their responsibilities have tripled and they are set upon a new, mystifying path of becoming a role model to a little, and dependent being.

When I think of a mother’s love for her child, my first thought is breastfeeding. It holds such importance, especially in the first months of a baby’s life. It gives a mother the chance to bond with her precious child. Not to say that bottle feeding lacks in this sensational bond, but a woman is given this capability not only to provide nourishment but to share in nurturing moments that implant within a child for years to come. Studies on breastfeeding have proven this.

When I think of a father’s love, I think of the moment his child is born into the world. The moment he sets his curious, and maybe misty, gaze upon a tiny human being. The first touch, the first time he holds her in his arms…it’s all amazing to watch. A masculine, strong man melting into tears and mush over a toothless, chubby wonder.

If I had to guess, I’d say this is also an astonishing, and transforming moment for a man. I’ve seen boys become men under the bewitchment of their child. I’ve seen men with the coldest heart turn soft with the flash of a child’s grin.

A mother’s love is wonderful, but somehow, a father’s love is like watching the man you love to move mountains. In this, a father/child’s bond becomes permanent.

  1. Avatar of Ruby Goldschmitt
    Ruby Goldschmitt says

    nice piece ,great .==

  2. Avatar of Anne Senne
    Anne Senne says

    Thanks for posting! I really enjoyed the article.

  3. Avatar of Giusi
    Giusi says

    Dear Rhonda, I went through a similar experience so I really relate to your article.
    Thanks for sharing this!

  4. Avatar of Stellina
    Stellina says

    Wow, I saw this piece got almost 1400 views, just from StumbleUpon.
    It’s a nice article, but it must have something to do with the title too to make people wanna read it in such numbers?

  5. Avatar of Eva Blaskovic
    Eva Blaskovic says

    A great article, Rhonda. “The first touch, the first time he holds her in his arms…it’s all amazing to watch. A masculine, strong man melting into tears and mush over a toothless, chubby wonder” and “I’ve seen boys become men under the bewitchment of their child”: I have witnessed these moments as well, and it is beyond words. Men are often not given enough credit.

  6. Avatar of Michael Staib
    Michael Staib says

    Dear Ms. Carver, I completely concur with all the aforementioned comments! I most thoroughly enjoyed reading every word of this profoundly poignant piece…an inspiring message for perhaps any true man to appreciate! Thank you for sharing! Brilliant! Michael

  7. Avatar of Michael Staib
    Michael Staib says

    Thank you again! Excellent work!

  8. Avatar of Alan Place
    Alan Place says

    I wouldn’t know about a father’s love.
    I found out a few months before my mother died that I was not wanted; something I think I had always suspected as nothing I did was ever right.

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