A Present Father.

The final post for the Dads are Awesome! series is dedicated to my husband, called JD on here. I definitely saved the best for last. I hope that you feel the love not just from this post, but from all the contributors this week. Dads are indeed awesome! They are the backbones of our families, the stars in their daughters eyes, and the super hero that their sons dream to be. I thank God for dads. They simply rock!

When I found out I was pregnant with Johanna I was ecstatic! Over the moon. I didn’t quite know why but I could not stop giggling. I immediately went to get a real test done, then ran to CVS to buy JD a card. That evening he met me at the metro to walk me home and I handed him the card that was signed congratulations, we’re pregnant. He had a nervous smirk on his face, and we found a bench where he sat down to take it all in.

When it comes to pregnancy, the bond is more immediate for moms than it is for dads, whether it’s emotional, or simply physical. We feel them and they feel us. We feel their movements, and they react to the things we do. What we eat, what we smell, and sometimes even what we say. We learn what makes them move and they learn how to get our attention. I think that because of this there were times where I could see JD trying to wrap his mind around the situation. A baby. It wasn’t quite real just yet. She was here, but she wasn’t here. I often saw him mentally preparing, seeming unsure, at least that’s what it looked like to me. But then, Johanna was born.

@JohannasmamaAs the months went by and she became a real human being, babbling, giving sass, and full of personality, my list of wants for her continued to grow. At the very top of that list was that I wanted her to be a daddy’s girl. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted a very close relationship with my daughter, of course I did, and I have it. But I never, ever wanted her to go around in life acting out because she needed male attention to make her feel secure. I wanted her to have that at home. I wanted him to adore her.

And he did. My God, he did.

There are times when I sit back and watch them together. Like when Johanna was a newborn and JD would look weary, yet he would beam about the walk they took together on the waterfront.  Or when JD would play call of duty or watch Breaking Bad while holding her. And ok, yeah, I found that weird too, but she seemed to love it just as much as he did. Then there are the times when Johanna is crying and acting like a 2 year old. I look over at JD and roll my eyes while he smirks and then goes to see what’s wrong with the baby. I just smile and thank God. That is the relationship I prayed for.

@johannsmama(1)He is super dad. He is present. He is not an absentee father. He is not just another body in the house. He is present.He takes her to soccer and dance practice. He gives her baths, flosses her teeth, tucks her in bed, and prays with us. He fixes her plate, washes her clothes, and cleans booboos. He takes her outside to play, buys her clothes and shoes, loves on her. He makes it clear to us that he knows that fatherhood should be more than a noun. It should be a verb too. He is steadfast, a rock, a soft place. He is the word “daddy” personified.

I am thankful that I don’t know what it is like to have to wake up by myself every morning at 3am to feed a crying baby. My husband has been my true partner experiencing this whole parenthood journey with me and I appreciate that. I do not take this blessing for granted at all. Jesus picked the perfect mate for me and that makes me feel so proud and so honored.

Johanna is a bonafied daddy’s girl and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dadseries(1)This post is a part of the week long series Dads are Awesome!, which runs from June 15-21 in honor of dads that rock everywhere.

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