My husband is a wonderful Father. His parenting skills extend from wrestling diapers onto a wriggly baby to wrestling with a rambunctious pre-schooler, from re-wiring a baby mobile to re-routing wiring, so that the children won't be able to attack it, from creating simple meals when Mama is at her wit's end to simply putting up with Mama at her wit's end, from disposing of dead birds to reposing with earphones and a squalling newborn, and the list goes on. He's my 'Knight in Shining Armour' on many an evening when my patience has worn thin and the boys are heading into 'the witching hour'. He's devoted and dedicated to his family which means so much to me, especially in an era when the only thing anyone seems devoted or dedicated to is pleasing themselves, or making themselves look and feel better.
Each year since he become a father, we've made him a handprint in clay as a present from our oldest son. With 2 children, that would be a lot of clay and not easy to display, so we painted a picture for him, using handprints. It includes all three of our handprints and took more than a week to complete since each of the boys could only do a few prints at a time before getting bored, and because a lot of layering was needed. However, I was pleased with the end result. My oldest can't see the whole picture & when asked what it's a painting of, he says very matter-of-factly, "Handprints!"
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