He was in the company of strangers, on a fast moving London Tube train, in an unknown city – all sorts of things that could “harm” him around – and yet, because his daddy was there, he could allow himself the “luxury” of resting his eyes, and falling into a comfortable sleep.
How wonderful that he could have such confidence in his dad. Indeed, as the train rounded corners at speed, the father even thought to comfort his child’s head against the movement of the train.
I found myself thinking about my own dad and how I always felt secure when he was around – unless I’d misbehaved (that was a different story altogether!); dad would know just what to do; dad wouldn’t let anything hurt me. I knew I could rely on him.
Dad’s can “sprinkle stardust and whisper: “Go to sleep, everything is alright”
While on another holiday at Portballentrae I remember watching from inside our caravan, a young child playing outside on his bicycle. He fell off and into a puddle and started to cry. Just as I was about to go out to assist, his father stepped in from nearby to lift and comfort his child.
The wee fella was unaware that his father was watching over him and ready to step in. He just got on with things.
The wee fella AND his dad were unaware that I was watching over the two of them and ready to step in. They just got on with things.
Then it occurred to me, who’s to say that there’s not “someone” watching over the three of us – watching over all of us?
Maybe it’s no coincidence that we usually refer to God as, “Our Father”…
Drew McWilliams| Photographer