We call our fathers by many names: dad, daddy, papa, pa, pop, pops. Papa and pa are not as common as they once were; dad is the most popular form today. I call my paternal unit “daddy” for 3 reasons. It sums up who he is better than the other forms, it’s casual and familiar without being disrespectful, and it’s what he prefers to be called.
Daddy is . . .
. . . the one who is our first playmate and lifelong pal.
. . . the one who loves us more than he lets on and more than we realize.
. . . the one whose strength is a rock to hold on to when our world is crumbling and our faith is shaking.
. . . the one who pushes us on the swing and who pushes us to be the best we can be.
. . . the one who protects his family from physical, emotional, and spiritual harm.
. . . the one who shows us what a real man should be.
. . . the one who gives of himself to provide for his family.
. . . the one who shows us how to work in spite of pain or tiredness.
. . . the one who teaches us how to hold a paintbrush, swing a hammer, use a wrench.
. . . the one who shows us that tears are not a sign of weakness.
. . . the one who will come and get us out of the trouble we get ourselves into.
. . . the one we should honor and respect all the days of our lives.
Any man can be a father, but it takes a special kind of man to be a daddy.