Most Valuable Dad. That’s Joey.
Seriously; it’s like he spent the first 30 years of his life preparing to be Finn’s dad. And maybe he did…he has an awesome example in his own father, Terry.
After we found out Finn had Spina Bifida at 17 weeks pregnant, we did a lot of crying and not a lot of talking. But one thing Joey said seared my heart: “I’ll never get to play soccer with my son.” I went to a garage sale days later and bought a pair of kid’s Adidas cleats and brought them home to Joey, certain our little boy would wear them someday.
I gave those very cleats to a friend’s son a couple months ago. There’s no soccer in Finn’s future. We can laugh about this now. Soccer is so unimportant, but it seemed like the end of the world at the time.
Joey knows what’s important. His priorities are aligned.
He values people over position. Family over work. Me over himself. Conversation over technology. Faith over money. Finn’s dreams over his own.
Although I know Joey would give his right arm to follow Finn out the back door and kick a soccer ball in the yard or chase him around a playground or teach him how to ride a bike, it’s not going to happen. So Joey adjusts. He doesn’t pout; the activity itself is not what’s important. The important thing is that Finn feels loved and valued. And Joey is a pro at this.
So he teaches him how to swim with his arms.
Or be brave enough to go down a bigger slide.
Or crawl on top of his back to watch the World Cup.
Or ride a bike using his hands instead of his feet.
And attempt to walk even though it’s cumbersome and scary.
Although Finn doesn’t have Joey’s natural athletic ability (yet), he undoubtedly has his sense of humor and talent for making people smile.
I’m so grateful for the father Joey is. Brave, kind, patient, fun and forgiving. Paisley and Finn will never know how good they have it: a daddy who is a whole lot like our Heavenly Father. Love you, J-Man. Happy Father’s Day!