That's My Daddy!

The other day while my four year old was at pre-school, they were listening to the Christian radio station.  A praise song came on, and when she heard it she told her teacher “that’s my Daddy!”

“I don’t think that’s your Daddy,” her teacher replied, knowing that I was not a famous singer.

“Yes huh,” my daughter said, “he sings this song.  That’s my Daddy!”

Her teacher just laughed, realizing that because my daughter comes to all of our praise band practices and had heard me sing that song with our students that I must be the person who sings that song all the time. 

I’m glad that when my daughter hears worship, her response is “that’s my Daddy!”  That’s what she hears me doing on a regular basis, and she associates it with me.  Our children have a front row seat to our lives, and how they see us respond to life and God will define us for them more than anything else. 

I read this morning that the average parent will spend four hours today watching television, one hour shopping, and six minutes playing with their children.  This is true for me more often than I would like to admit.  We are busy, and we are distracted, and often this is what our kids see in us. 

Today I want to trade my TV for my kids.  I want to spend six minutes with the tube and four hours playing Chutes and Ladders or talking about her day.  Because when her time in our household is over that is what I want her to remember about me.  When she’s a freshman in college I want her to know that her Daddy did everything he could to be with her.  I want her to be so spoiled by my attention that she won’t just settle for any boy but one who treats her like her Daddy did.  I want her to think of a person who loved God, loved her Momma, and loved her very, very much and say “that’s my Daddy!”