Their wombs have never welcomed life, but feeling the heartbeat of that little piece of theirs makes them closer to their baby. That´s father´s love.
Waiting for the day of birth shakes their souls between the joy and happiness of being responsible for the birth.
When the “fortune” arrives, they file in their memory the image of the child who, with light and tender gestures, steals their heart.
I know of good fathers, those who make of the maternal alliance their greatest predilection, of those who have a record in diapers on, of the tireless one who did not stop until achieving the parental authority of his daughter for better protection.
I know of another father who gave up his vice when his little girl refused to embrace him because of cigarettes and of the one who has never fathered a child and enjoys every day of a “daddy” that he has earned by dint of affection.
There are many more. There are fathers who do not spare early mornings to ensure their little one a bottle with their milk, to ensure a complementary shift or a vaccination for their baby.
There are those who pull evenly as a good mother or assume alone the education of their children with a waste of caresses and advices.
A good father covers all the needs
There are parents who at night run for that medicine needed to relieve the fever; there are also those who tiptoe close to the crib to listen to the rhythmic and happy breathing of the love of their life.
Pleasure delights when for the first time you accompany your child to school and you see his teary eyes because he doesn’t want to be separated and you feel your soul ache as you walk away leaving him in the hands of teachers for his initial instructions.
A father’s love grows when they call you daddy for the first time or you encourage him to take his first steps, an unmistakable sign that the road to his destiny is beginning.
Also when your little one embraces you, taking your hand, symbolizing with it the confidence of your strength, which will give him security in his walk.
The third Sunday of June is approaching and Cuba awaits the celebration of those who deserve that title, for which neither genes nor surnames are enough, for which 24 hours of dedications, hugs, reunions, calls, tributes are not enough.
For this June 18, the affection returned to the fathers of the nation, will comfort those closeness that nature or upbringing gives them in life.
The happiness of those who matured watching their offspring grow up will be fully enjoyed, so that pride will come to the surface knowing that he is a good man who made of fatherhood love, responsibility, advice and wise lessons.
