I have a memory of my father teaching me to climb the stairs. He had taken me by the hand and was helping me up. By the third step, I had froze: I could not go up. I could not go down." No!" I said with all the vehemence of a child.
My father did not force me to go on. He tousled my hair and said, "That's all right, Son. You did well to come this far. He picked me up in his arms and carried me the rest of the way. Carried me safe. It never occurred to me that I had failed. I felt like the king that had conquered three steps by myself. That is what fathers do. They see how far you have come and cheer you so you will learn to go the rest of the way.
Thank you to fathers everywhere for cheering on your children! And thank you to our Heavenly Father who carries us safely in His loving arms.
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