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June 18, 2004 - "Daddy Hands" by Susan Farr Fahncke
 
 
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Although I shared this story on 2TheHeart four years ago, I wanted to share it again, as it is truly my favorite "Dad" story. I want to wish a truly joyous Father's Day to my children's father, my own dad, and all the dads who read this!



"Daddy Hands"
by Susan Farr Fahncke

I awoke in the night to find my husband, Marty, gently rocking our baby son, Noah. I stood for a moment in the doorway, watching this amazing man with whom I was so blessed to share my life, lovingly stroke Noah's fat pink cheeks in an effort to comfort him. I felt in my heart that something was seriously wrong with Noah. This was one of several nights Noah had been up, burning with a high fever.

Tears filled my eyes as I watched my beautiful husband move Noah's little cheek up against his own chest, so that Noah could feel the vibrations of his voice. Noah is deaf. Learning to comfort him has brought on a whole new way of thinking for us. We relied on our voices, a soothing lullaby, audio toys, and music to comfort our other children. But with Noah, we need to use touch, his soft blankie, sight, the feel of our voices, and most importantly, the use of sign language to communicate emotions and a sense of comfort to him.

My husband made the sign for "I love you" with his hand and I saw a tear roll down his cheek as he placed Noah's tiny, weak hand on top of his.

We had taken Noah to the doctor more times than I can remember. It had been a week and a half and Noah's fever remained very high and very dangerous, despite everything the doctor or we had tried. I knew in my soul the way only a mother can know, that Noah was in trouble.

I gently touched my husband's shoulder and we looked into each other's eyes with the same fear and knowledge that Noah's wasn't getting any better. Ioffered to take over for him, but he shook his head, and once again, I was amazed at this wonderful man who is the father of my children. When many fathers would have gladly handed over the parenting duties for some much needed sleep, my husband stayed stubbornly and resolutely with our child.

When morning finally came, we called the doctor and were told to bring him in again. We already knew that he would probably put Noah in the hospital.So, we made arrangements for the other children, packed bags for all three of us, and tearfully drove to the doctor's office once again. Our hearts filled with dread, we waited in a small room, different from the usual examining room we had become used to. Our doctor finally came in, looked Noah over, and told us the news we expected. Noah had to be admitted to the hospital. Now.

The drive to the hospital in a neighboring town seemed surreal. I couldn't focus on anything, couldn't think, couldn't stop crying. My husband reassured me that he felt in his heart that Noah would be okay. We admitted Noah and were taken to his room right away. It was a tortuous night, filledwith horrible tests that made my son's tiny little voice echo though the halls as he screamed over and over.

I felt as if I were shattering from the inside out. My husband never wavered in his faith. He comforted me and Noah, and everyone who called tocheck on Noah. He was a rock.

When the first batch of tests were done, the nurse informed us that a spinal tap would be performed soon. Meningitis was suspected. Marty and I had prayer together with Noah. Our hands intertwined, we held our son and the love of my life lifted his voice to the Lord, telling him how grateful we were for this awesome little spirit with whom he had entrusted us. With tears streaming down his face, he humbly asked the Lord to heal our son. My heart filled with comfort and gratitude.

A short time later, the resident doctor came in. He told us that Noah's first results were back, and that he had Influenza A. No spinal tap was needed! Noah would recover and soon be back to his zesty, tornado little self. And Noah was already standing up in the hospital crib, bouncing like he was on a trampoline. My husband's talk with the Lord was already being answered.

Marty and I grinned at each other through our tears, and waited for Noah to be released from the hospital. Finally, in the middle of the night, our owndoctor came in and told us that it was fine to take Noah home. We couldn't pack fast enough!

A few days later, I was cooking dinner. Noah was healing, slowly but surely. I felt at peace and knew my husband was the greatest father I couldever want for my children. I peeked around the corner into the living room, and chuckled at the picture I saw. There was my husband, sitting in his "daddy chair", Noah in his lap. They were reading a book, dad taking Noah's teeny hands to help him form the signs for the words in the book. They both looked up and caught me watching them, and my husband and I simultaneously signed "I love you" to each other, then to Noah. And then Noah put his little arm up, trying to shape his chubby hand in his own effort to sign "I love you" to his daddy. I watched with tears as my husband carefully helped him form his tiny fingers into the sign with his own gentle hands. Daddy hands.



Susan Farr Fahncke copyright 1999 editor@2theheart.com

It has been several years since I first wrote this story. Noah is now six and his signing vocabulary is extensive and beautiful to see, especially his prayers - something he learned from his father! You can read more of what our readers call my "Noah stories" in our archives at 2theheart:
www.2theheart.com/stories



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The Letter Box:


2TheHeart,
How I loved Bert Clompus' story about his father! Especially intriguing was how he infused just the right amount of interesting dialog in the telling of it, making the reader feel right there and privy to the original conversations. He has a gift for expressing himself well in written words, drawing us in and captivating us from the onset. Thanks for a very fitting story the week prior to Father's Day, Bert. Sincerely, Sandi Pound



Bert....my father is a man of few words too - I admire you for your courage - love isn't love if it doesn't bring tears to your eyes! Thank you for such a heart-warming story - don't forget to drink your jiuce :) Julie Dyer



Dear Bert,

That was a very touching piece.

As a father, I often bottle up my feelings, even to the point I find it hard to show my soft parts to my kids. Yet, as I take the step and do that, I find that those soft spots are actually my strengths. In my weaknesses lie the promise of great strength. If I so choose to be.

Thank you for sharing a part of your heart.

It's a blessing to many as you do that.

Robert White



Bert - Such a precious story and such a precious father and son God bless you both hugs Leona P. S. Keep on writing and sharing



To Bert:
This is exactly how my husband is or was. But our youngest son since he was a baby has always hugged us and kissed us at bedtime. Now, since he is married and has children of his own, he tells them often how much he loves them. He tells us still, too. But now his father hugs and kisses him too and our other children and grandchildren too. Neither of us were brought up in a home where love was demonstrated in a physical way. My parents died before I had a chance to hear it from them, when I was nine, my mother died and one year later, my dad died. So, I never heard it from either of them. So, it was very difficult for me and my husband to tell our children that we love them. Except when they were babies, I think I over did it sometimes. But our son brought us both out of that. It still makes me cry when he tells me he loves me.

Thanks for your story and God bless, Nell M. Berry


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