“You look just like your Daddy!”
It’s a phrase I hear a lot
That though the name we picked is Jack
It might as well be Scott.
His eyes are brown like Daddy’s,
Has Daddy’s Irish skin,
with Daddy’s friendly freckles
Over Daddy’s charming grin.
And if I’m talking now about
My hubby’s Mini-Me
The thing I really can’t leave out:
His hair! Obviously.
There are a hundred other ways
My boy is like his dad
But more than skin-deep thoughts today
Make me think that’s not so bad.
Daddy is our Superman
He works hard every day
To do his job and do it well
Quality is his way.
I want my little man to learn
To always do his best
That working hard can honor God
and earn good nightly rest.
Another trait I’m pointing out
For little eyes to see
Is though his Daddy works to gain,
He isn’t miserly.
Daddy shows we use our blessings
To bless others in return
And build up heav’nly treasures
That never spoil or burn.
I hope that Jack will notice, too,
That he will chance to see
How Daddy loves to problem-solve
With creativity.
Most people that just meet him
May never understand
How fast the wheels are turning
Inside my Wunder-man.
I want Jack to see how Daddy tries
To think each problem through.
He isn’t hasty and doesn’t speak
Till he knows what’s right to do.
I know that there will come a day
When Jack will understand
That Daddy isn’t perfect
Just another earthly man.
I pray that when that day arrives
That Jack will see the whole
Though Daddy isn’t perfect,
Jesus came and saved his soul.
Perfection is a hopeless goal
Mankind can never reach
But Jesus gave his life for us
His cross lies in the breach.
Daddy gave his life to Christ
And every day he tries
To walk in grace and light and truth
Instead of worldly lies.
Though Daddy has his share of flaws
He has his share of grace
And every day he’s showing more
Reflection of Jesus’ face.
I want that for my little man
And that’s why I’m so glad
When people stop and say to him,
“You look just like your dad!”