Grateful Dad
Every dad has a song that becomes the soundtrack of his house. Mine is “Scarlet Begonias.” It drifts through our kitchen on Saturday mornings, when the coffee is too hot, the laundry is stacked high, and somebody has lost a shoe.
Then that rolling, sunny groove kicks in, and everything softens. My daughter forgets her meltdown. My son starts bobbing his head without noticing. My wife glances up from the counter and smiles the way she did when we first met.
Scripture says it best:
“Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.” — Psalm 127:3
Gratitude, I have learned, is rarely grand. It lives in small things: sticky hands reaching for mine in a parking lot, bedtime stories requested one more time, kitchen dance parties with zero rhythm and total commitment, and a little voice asking, “Dad, play the begonias song again.”
“In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” — 1 Thessalonians 5:18
I used to think a good father needed to have everything figured out. Now I believe the job is simpler: show up, stay curious, keep the music playing, and soak in each ordinary day, because the years move fast even when the days feel long.
“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” — Proverbs 22:6
My own little verse:
Scarlet blooms on a morning bright,
small hands warm in the golden light,
missing shoes and a song we share,
a grateful dad with a love to spare.
So here’s to the messy mornings, the missing shoes, and the songs that turn chaos into memory. Here’s to the little people who help you see the world in color again. I am a grateful dad, and every single day gives me another reason to be.
What song brings your family together? Share it in the comments. Thank you for reading, friends.
