Sacrifice. Most of hear that word and think of sacrificing sleep, or spending time at home for one more hour of work.
Throughout history and religion, there are countless stories of father’s laying down their lives for their children or sacrificing happiness for the happiness of their children. From Abraham and Isaac to God and Christ, to Guido Orefice, a Jewish Italian bookshop owner, who uses his rich imagination to shield his son from the horrors of internment in a Nazi concentration camp in the movie Life is Beautiful.
But sacrifice is more than just the grandiose gestures. Sacrifice for your children is a daily cross to bear. Although moms across the world sacrifice sleep, beauty regimes, time with friends, and often put dreams on hold, fathers sacrifice time with children, being at games and recitals, and seeing the tiny changes that lead to the big results.
How many times did your dad sacrifice watching his favorite movie so you could watch yours? Or your husband sacrifice sleep to get the yard ready for your kid’s birthday party or build that Christmas present? Or sacrifice a promotion for time with you and your child so your child could stay in the same school and graduate with his friends? Or when their country calls on them to serve, unceremoniously answer the call.
Sacrifice is life. Men have an uncanny way of showing this without making it an “all about me” parade.
My husband has made countless sacrifices to create a better life for our family and our son. It is scary to hear your child be given a lifelong diagnosis. It would be easy, and we know parents who have, let the diagnosis become a crutch, a way to explain away poor behavior, a way to not invest in the next generation. But my husband did not.
He took this word from the doctor’s and decided it would NEVER define our child. He sacrificed his money to new tools, modalities, and things that would help our son learn to grow into the great man he is sure to be. He built an entire Ninja gym in our garage so my son would have somewhere to go when it rains (which happens almost daily here), sacrificing his “Man Den.”
My husband sacrificed his time – in the critical ages of birth through five – as he deployed half the year every year, during the war so our son could have the medical care, quality home, and best education possible.
He sacrificed his career switching career fields so our son would have more of a chance to have a father in his old age.
The sacrifice of time is just not away from the children. It is away from the things they prefer. My husband has spent the past three years coaching my son in football, track and field, and long-distance running. He sacrifices his Saturday mornings of sleep to get up at 5:00 am to run, work out and coach our little one to be better today than he was yesterday. And those lessons extend beyond the field and track. They cross into school, family obligations, and even into what he wants to do when he grows up.
Sacrifice. It is hard. And we ask our fathers to do that every day. Yet, we seldom say thank you to them.
This #FathersDay week, let’s make it a point, to continue to thank, celebrate, and edify our fathers. Let’s remember that #dadsmatter. Let us show them we know this and we are so grateful for them.