Y’all. I’m writing two posts in one day. TWO. Hollaaa! Or something like that. Don’t really know what that means but it seems appropriate. Though all I can really think when I yell (in my head) holla is Gwen Stephanie and not being a holla-back girl. But hey that sort of ties in here so we’ll run with it.
So I went to the fair last night. The fair is fun, minus the creepy carnies of course. (We talked a lot about what drug can do to you on our way home.) Anywho-aside from the creepy carnies there seemed to be a prevalence of derrieres. Yes I realize that we all have them. Though most of us try to follow the social norms of keeping them covered up. Apparently for some, the fair is an exception to this rule. Dear reader, I saw more behind last night walking the midway than I did walking behind the cows at the 4-H barn. It was disturbing.
I posted this on my Facebook page earlier today: I went to the fair last night. In related news I’ll be taking donations for pants that cover the rear end of today’s female youth and distributing them to local high schools and colleges. Not surprisingly I had many comments that agreed and one friend who responded that I needed to include bibles. Yes. Lots of bibles. And fathers, I responded, girls need their daddies. Because here’s the thing-and no it’s not true in every case, but I believe it to be true in most: girls who have daddies, not just fathers, but daddies who cherish them and love them and teach them self-worth don’t need short shorts and low-cut shirts to prove their worth.
I know the draw. The desire to feel desired. I know it’s a cat-eat-cat world out there, where the cattiest seems to win and the humble and modest end up in last place. This is the way this world turns. And often it feels like the ones with the perfect body, smile and shortest skirt get the attention. In society where this seems to be the status quo, finding the courage to stand up for what’s right (and put some clothes on) is increasingly more difficult. Especially when our families, our daddies, are missing.
Because here’s the thing-there’s a difference between being a father and being a daddy. A father-he’s the man. The one who provides and is in the midst of his children. But a daddy-a daddy is more. A daddy doesn’t dote on his daughter, he falls in love with her the first time he lays eyes on her. And that love holds true, even through the darkness of teens and tweens and boyfriends gone wrong. A daddy hold her hand. A daddy lets her dance on his feet and teaches her to change her oil and chase her dreams. A daddy reminds his daughter that her beauty is so much more than skin deep and short shorts-that it comes from the light that shines through her. A daddy tells her about Jesus, and he models Jesus for her.
Start up children in the way they should go and even when they are old,
they will not turn from it. ~Proverbs 22:6
But so many of our daddies seem to be MIA. Our families and our family time is missing. Family dinners are becoming a thing of the past. Work and TV and social media has taken the place of quality time and interaction with our kids and each other. Our kids are falling into the trap that our worth is determined by our waist size and how low cut our shirt is. Girls are searching for relationship at a younger and younger age and the statistics show that sex among adolescent girls is only growing higher while their ages plummet. We know that abortion is a huge controversy in our nation, but we’re not teaching girls how to find a stable relationship or that her value isn’t tied into sleeping with the boy next door. We cannot have our cake and eat it too. If we want to see change, we have to create it. That means time.
Time is a commodity and an expensive one at that. So the question becomes: are they worth it? Are our children, our girls, worth it? Worth the time and effort and the dedication to be a daddy? Worth the dedication to show them that they are cherished by not only their daddy but by their heavenly Father? I think they are. I believe that the two girls who live in my home and the ones I see in my community and around the world are absolutely worth every minute. After all, our father feels the same for us.
See what great love the Father has lavished on us,
that we may be called the children of God. ~1 John 3:1
Did you see that? Great love. Love that has been lavished on us. That’s not just a father’s love, dear reader. That is a daddies love. Our girls, our communities, our world-we all need the lavishing love of Jesus. And what a beautiful example of that love is the relationship between a daddy and his children.
Unfortunately I’m not going to solve the problems of the world in a blog post. I know that I’ll continue to walk the fair and malls and Target and see girls who are aching for love and trying to find their value in all the wrong places, and it will break my heart. But staying silent will break it more. We need change. We need a new world. We need daddies.