The Wonder
Kid
by Père Robért
It's tough sometimes to be a dad,
Especially when your kid is bad.
You wonder why she did what she did
-- And why she's not a wonder kid.
A wonder kid is always good.
A wonder kid does what she should.
A wonder kid is never bad.
A wonder kid makes daddies glad.
She doesn't shout, she doesn't fight,
She goes to bed on time each night.
She makes her bed, she eats her peas,
She always says, "yes, sir" and "please."
She never whines and never mopes.
She likes to bathe, and uses soap.
She chews her food, she doesn't slurp,
And when she's through she doesn't burp.
She wears her mittens when it freezes.
She's kind to pets and never teases.
She cares for toys and likes to share them.
Her clothes get cleaner as she wears them.
"Did you ever hear of such a kid?"
I asked my kid, who never did.
And then, oh boy, was I surprised
When my little girl apologized:
"I'm sorry for the thing I did.
I wish I were a wonder kid.
I wish that I could make you glad.
I love you so, my wonder Dad."
I hemmed and hawed, I coughed and sputtered,
The butterflies in my stomach fluttered.
I'd focused on her faults, but she
Had only seen the good in me.
It's tough sometimes to be a kid,
Especially when Dad blows his lid.
You wonder how he gets that way,
And why he takes so long to say:
"I love you too, I'm really glad
To know you think I'm a wonder dad,
And I wouldn't change you, not a bit --
You already are a wonder kid."
Father of the Bride
By Jennie Wheeling
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The dance, a command performance
Daddy's Little Girl, the song
yet the body held, a woman now.
The man decorated in black and white
struggles to hide the tears
that threaten to expose themselves
as each
step,
step
draws them closer
to the turning of another page.
The teacher recalls the touch
of weightless feet upon his own
as they
stepped,
stepped
to the sounds of heartbeats
and laughter.
The father remembers sleepless
nights, and
steps,
steps
that circled rooms filled
with the whimsy of
a little girl's dreams,
and
the lump in his throat when
she brought the message
he knew would come
from one
who was a child,
is his child,
is a woman,
is
another's bride.
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"Walking"
When Daddy
Walks
With Brett and me,
We have a
Lot of fun
'Cause we can't
Walk as fast
As he,
Unless we
Skip and
Run!
I stretch,
And stretch
My legs so far,
I nearly slip
And fall-
But how
Does Daddy
Take such steps?
He doesn't stretch at all!
~Grace Glaubitz~
"Fathers
and Daughters"
In his eyes, she'll always be his little princess,
the light of his life.
In her eyes, he'll always be the brave knight
who slayed monsters in the closet,
her hero, her protector.
As the years go by,
her attention will turn to other knights
and handsome princes.
One will win her hand and carry her away
to another castle,
but her brave knight will always be in her heart,
a shining example of all the things a father,
and a man, should be.
~Author Unknown~
The song that you may
here playing is "Butterfly Kisses" written by Bob Carlisle. My husband
excitedly asked me if I had heard the song after he had first heard it on the radio.
The next day, he brought home the CD and played it for our daughter and I to hear.
His eyes were brimming with tears.
The following are the words to the song:
"Butterfly
Kisses"
There's two things I
know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven,
and she's daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my
knees by her bed at night,
she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all of the joy in my life,
But most of all, for...
Butterfly kisses
after bedtime prayer.
Sticking' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk beside the pony daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried."
Oh, with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning,
And butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet sixteen today,
She's looking like her momma a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember...
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Sticking' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you daddy,
But if you don't mind,
I'm only going to kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning,
And butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious
time like the wind,
the years go by precious butterfly
Spread your wings and fly
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise, and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride room just staring at her,
she asked me what I'm thinking,
and I said "I'm not sure,
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
Then she leaned
over...and gave me...
Butterfly Kisses,
with her mama there
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle daddy,
it's just about time"
"So does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?"
"Daddy don't cry"
With all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning,
And butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more,
man, this is what love is
I know I've gotta let her go,
but I'll always remember
Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses at night.
~Bob Carlisle~
The butterfly
graphic was adopted from Gaby's Adoptions.
 Dad's and Daughters
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