I don’t know how he did it.
When I was growing up, my Dad was the pastor of a large church in Oklahoma. Looking back now as an adult working to build a business myself, I can only imagine how stressful the years of raising four ‘highly emotive’ girls must have been with everything else he had going on. Yet somehow, my childhood years playback in my mind like a videotape of memories of Dad spending time with me.
Of course, I have memories of him playing with all of us, but I remember feeling like He always had extra time for me. Just like the moment in this picture, where I remember feeling like I was his whole entire world. The longer I am a parent, the more I realize how important those moments were to me and my development.
And I wonder how in the world he did it.
Because if …