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The Power of a Father’s Hand

father child handThe last time I saw my father, I noticed that a piece of his finger was missing. Although my dad and I didn’t see each other that often, I was surprised that I never noticed it before.

“What happened to your finger?” I asked.

He looked at his hand and then back at me. “I lost it in an accident at work,” he said. I was waiting on him to comment further, but he was silent. I didn’t press the issue, but I studied his hands. They were rough, discolored and calloused. His hands have known pain and discomfort.

I looked at my hands and saw a different story. I’ve received a few cuts and scrapes, but I’ve managed to keep my hands safe from any real harm. Whereas my father spent years on a construction crew, I spent the majority of my career behind a desk. Although our hands tell different stories, we share one thing in common – the power of a father’s touch.

One day while shopping in a mall, my 5-year old son started running. When he got too far ahead of me, I told him to stop. He froze in his tracks until I caught up, but started to race off again. This time I grabbed his hand and engulfed it in my powerful grip. As we continued to walk through the mall, my son tried to go astray, but my hand kept pulling him back to safety.

When my kids misbehave, I often place my hand on their shoulder and give it a slight squeeze. Without saying a word, I can express my displeasure and correct their behavior.

Sometimes our kids need a strong hand to guide them down the right path. Other times they require our hands to gently caress their faces, pat them on the back or wipe the tears from their eyes. I enjoy nothing more than connecting with my children through the power of touch.

One of my most satisfying experiences happened last summer on a trip to San Diego. We were doing some site-seeing when I heard a Marichi band start to play. I tentatively grabbed my 11-year old daughter’s hand to dance with her. To my surprise, she didn’t pull away as tweens are prone to do. Instead, she reached for my other hand and we danced in the middle of the plaza.

These are the experiences I want my kids to think about when they look at my hands. I want them to remember my strength and my kindness. I want them to have different memories of me than I had of my father.

It took nearly 40 years before I knew the gentle side of my father’s hands. As he left, he shook my hand and then pulled me close for a hug. He stroked my back, placed his hand on my cheek and told me that he loved me. At that moment, I learned one more thing about a father’s hands – they can heal old wounds.

Stay Strong,

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About author

Frederick J. Goodall

Frederick J. Goodall is the founder of Mocha Dad - a parenting website focused on fatherhood. He is passionate about parenting and helping men to be great dads, husbands, and role models. You can contact him at fjgoodall@mochadad.com or on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/mochadad