Today marks Easter; a Father's love for His children. It is the same day that I realize I have been bearing witness for about three months now other fathers proudly bringing and observing their daughters in ballet class. The smile and beaming eyes speaks volumes of how they feel whilst observing the class.
The class isn't even complicated; it is pre-ballet and primary level yet these proud fathers think the top of the world of their beloved girls. These past three weeks are have also been decent by pulling in a total of four new ballet students.
Previous administrator's track record isn't even that good. It is probably because I sell my heart to the parents, and being a stage manager reinforces it - the investment value for their daughters. The other upside which is unbeknownst to them is that their daughters will be the center of attraction of guys.
Yet, despite all that from watching other fathers so proud of their daughters, and today acknowledging the The Maker's love, fact is fact. I'll never be one of those fathers whom parade their princess around. I'll forever bear witness to their joy and happiness but never to experience it.
In tandem too, The Makers love transcends to others from answering their prayers and intervening to prevent broken heart via dream ... but not so for me.
Certainly confusing and very much saddening that others are favoured where as I am not even given a chance to prove myself. Despite taking upon self challenges to be a better person, to reach a point (hopefully) that one may just be good enough; to be worthy of one of His daughters - yet the cold blade of reality hits, in spite of everything it is always not good enough.
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