Some of these students he has taught since they first entered university. Some he is supervising as they prepare their dissertations, their first substantial pieces of independent research. Some he is helping to prepare for their steps into graduate school and the wider world beyond.
He guides. He invests time and concern. He encourages.
He swells with pride, a little, when they succeed. He cringes with angst when they falter, hoping it doesn't sting too much.
This gentle, patient, loving soul I married.
Yes, fatherly. It is fatherly guidance and concern and encouragement he pours into these tasks, these students.
I hope they know how lucky they are.
I hope that one day soon, he'll be imparting that fatherly touch not just on his students, but on the tiny life we will grow and nurture and one day set forth into the wide world.
To learn and think and falter and laugh and write clumsy essays of their own.
|World's best teacher, Dad-in-waiting. Source.|