I have said it once, and I’ll say it again; Boys NEED a dad!
When my son, Elijah, was seven, he had the flu, and his little body was tired and lifeless. For five days, all he wanted to do was sleep. I would bring him soup, cold beverages, read to him and give him hugs when I saw his little eyes open up.
My son wouldn’t say too much, but when he did speak, he would ask me, “what time is it”? I would tell him, and occasionally I would ask him why. I thought maybe he wanted me to help him downstairs to watch a cartoon or something. The last time I asked him, he said, “I only ask because I want to know if it’s time for dad to come home; he gives me energy”!
That’s when I began to notice that my son’s behavior constantly changes for the better when my husband is around him. He gives him life.
On Thursday, my son came home from school an hour and a half late. His head was down, and his face looked lifeless and empty. I asked him if he was okay and then went through all the mom questions:
- Did you get bad news?
- Did someone say something hurtful to you?
- Are you hungry?
- Did you fail a test?
- Do you have a headache?
- Do you need a hug?
- Can I give you a long tight hug?
He said no to everything, including the hug (little jerk), but I gave him one anyway. It was a long squeeze, totally made me feel better, and I was already having a ideal day. After the hug, he went to his room and began to study for two upcoming tests.
That’s where he remained until the back door opened!
Thursdays are when my husband goes into the office and usually home around 5:30, but on this day, he didn’t come strolling through the door until 7:00. I figured he would be late because he isn’t going into the office at all next week.
When my son heard the chimes for our back door go off, he knew his dad was home.
Elijah came down the stairs like he was running from something. But then, an instant smile came across my son’s face, and he said, “Hey Dad, how was work”? My husband hugged him and said, “it was busy, and traffic was rough; I’m glad I’m home.”
As we sat down to eat dinner, I was in awe, looking at the two interact. Elijah told his dad jokes; they were both laughing so hard and having the best time.
At the age of 17, I saw the same little seven-year-old that needed his dad’s energy. He still feeds off of it. They need each other, always have, and always will. My son needs his father; I wish all boys were able to feel what they feel.
I think the world would be a better place if all boys had a real man raising them to be men. The energy is unmatched!
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