To A Man's Knees

When M was a little baby, I remarked to my Mom the joy I felt when I saw hubs with her.


The way they look at each other. Sit with each other. Just are with each other. They fit together, you know? A daddy and his little girl.

And my Mom said something back that stuck with me.

"You'll find that a baby or child is the only person that can bring a grown man to his knees in a heartbeat."

And it's so true. I guess because the grown man cares so much about that little person. It makes sense.

Yesterday morning, M woke up at around 6:15 am, crying from her crib. I promptly got her and let her lay in bed with us.

But hubs had to get out of bed at 6:30 for work. And M didn't like that. So she complained every few minutes while hubs was getting ready for work.

A "daddy come lay next to me..." complaint. And "Daddy don't go to work," being said.

Hubs came in to say so long. A few hugs and kisses later, he started walking away.

And M started crying. A lot.

Tears. Pointing to her Papi. Reaching out to him.

Hubs turned around, picked M up, and rocked her.

He whispered to me, "What do I do?"

I said nothing.

He continued to rock her and explain that he had to go to work but that he loved her very much.
He laid her back down. She cried again. So hubs picked M up again. And rocked her. And kissed her. And talked to her some more. And rocked her still.

And finally, he said in a soft voice, "I'll just take her to work with me. She even has tears!!"

And suddenly, I was taken back to my Mom's comment and the rawness of its truth.
There's just something about a grown man and his daughter {child} that can so easily bring him to his knees.

And, it's a beautiful thing.