When my oldest son, Jamin, was moving out of the toddler years, I started to have a difficult time hugging and kissing him. I wasn’t really sure why. But for some reason, it felt strange and well… just weird. So I decided to talk this situation over with my wife Yvette. Well, she listened intently as I explained my dilemma. When I finished, without hesitation she said matter-of-factly, “Well, you’re just going to have to hold your nose and do it because he needs it…” So, I did. I hugged and hugged and kissed and kissed. And, ironically, I found that the more I did it, the less weird it felt. So much so, that my now 33 year old son and his 30 year old brother Justin still frequently get a “wet one” on the forehead along with a daddy bear hug—or two.
Some years ago, I reflected upon what was going on with me and concluded the following. First, this hugging and kissing thing didn’t happen for me because I grew up without my father just like 1 out of 3 kids today—2 out of 3 in the African American community. I realized that it’s difficult to be what you don’t see and difficult to give what you didn’t have. And, in my case, I didn’t see this type of affection from my dad and so it was hard for me to give it to my own son. In fact, had it not been for my prescient and persuasive wife, I was about to pass on a not-so-good legacy to my sons that I had inherited from my absent father.
Interestingly, it was the act of truly embracing my role as a father that helped to heal me because it required me to love, not only my sons, but also myself. It became clear that I couldn’t really love my children—the way that God wanted and needed me to—unless I did some “work” on myself.
Finally, I noticed that an interesting thing happened when I hugged and kissed my son. He hugged and kissed me back, even when I didn’t expect him to. It was as if he needed to give affection as much as he needed to receive it. And, as a child, so did I and I guess that I missed something special because I did not have this opportunity with my father.
As I have traveled the country to speak about the importance of fatherhood, I have met other “wounded souls”– adults and children – who long (or longed) for the special love and affection that only good fathers can give. Indeed, I am blessed with their burden. It is what motivates me to reach as many fathers as I can as fast as I can, even when the money is short and the days are long. After all, the easiest wound to heal is the one that is never received.
Originally published on Roland C. Warren's Patheos Blog