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“You Changed Me!”

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Here is a father’s letter about his daughter before her wedding day —

When Lucy was a tiny child, just turned four years old, I took her to see The Nutcracker in Toronto, that annual event of pristine Christmas escapism. There she was, in her party dress, with a smile and enthusiastic anticipation, sitting on her booster seat and leaning in as if magnetized to the ballet, its music, and its fantasy. Then the music ended, the audience applauded, and we left.

At which point she began to cry. The tears bisected her miniature cheeks, and she was doing nothing but weeping and was filled with sorrow. It was as if my life was collapsing before me. Why Lucy, why? She had seemed so exquisitely happy. “Because,” she said, in between gulps for air, “because it’s stopped and it’s finished”—more agonizing gulps—“and I don’t want the magic to be over. I don’t want the magic to end.” Now it was my turn to feel tearful. But I managed to reply: “Darling, I promise you, I promise you with all I have, that the magic will never end.”

It was an enormous promise to make, the earnest, naive kind that parents use that, in the eyes of the child, only burnish their mythical status. But it’s also the kind that infers a kind of control that parents eventually come to realize they do not have.

Then the child turns into the teenager, who becomes the young woman, who is now the beautiful, brilliant 28-year-old who has lived everywhere from New Zealand to Paris, and Oxford to Canterbury. And now she is getting married in September.

I will give a speech at her wedding, and there will be no grotesque clichés—no I’m not losing a daughter but gaining a son. But I don’t know what I will tell her. I want to tell her, in the simplest of terms, that I love her. But that phrase seems weak here. It’s a phrase so often used and abused to explain, to sum up, to justify, and even to forgive a whole ocean of emotions and actions. What I feel is more complex than that.

After all, the common idea of a parent’s love for a child feels superior, protective, even condescending, when really, a parent’s relationship with a child is symbiotic. Any mother or father who assumes that they are the exclusive guide and guard of their child should think again. Children make the world appear much more dangerous and vulnerable, but also far more exciting and new again. They teach just as much as we do—and in Lucy’s case, I think I’ve more often been the student.

So instead of “I love you,” I would tell her that I’ve often failed. Not through lack of effort, and often due to too much rather than too little concern, but that I got it wrong more times than I can count. That contrary to those syrup-soaked greeting cards, genuine love doesn’t mean never having to say you’re sorry—but saying it almost all of the time.

Instead of “I love you,” I would tell her that a father’s love for a daughter means knowing when one is wrong, trying to repair damage done, empathizing with what can seem bewildering and even intimidating, letting go instead of holding on, and seeing the autonomous splendor in a child instead of trying to glorify a version of the parent. Parental love is rejoicing in the shock of the new, and singing the metaphorical songs and poetry of a new generation that does not belong to us.

Instead of “I love you,” I would tell Lucy: you changed me.

Years ago, including when I was a new father to this young daughter, I was a comfortable, complacent, social conservative and an orthodox Roman Catholic. Not only was I adamant in my beliefs, I was known to be vocally so. On the radio, in newspaper columns and beyond at the time, my aggressive and uncompromising defense of that Roman Catholic orthodoxy—which held that gay marriage was unacceptable, among other things— may not have been intended to be hateful, but certainly enabled it. I know now I caused people pain.

But five years ago, I had a radical transformation, at its heart forged by a spiritual and religious conversion, layered with a succession of experiences—and by my relationship with Lucy. Despite my beliefs, and despite her longtime rejection of organized religion, she was never didactic, and never asked for any change. But by watching her relationships, inter-actions, and exquisite leaps of tolerance and understanding, I was obliged to hold up a mirror to my ideas, beliefs—and, yes, painful as it is to admit—my prejudices.

Her attitudes and relationships liberated me, and frankly her wisdom shamed me. When I embraced equal marriage, social liberalism, and what some see as a revolutionary form of Christianity, Lucy, who has long rejected organized religion, said to me: “Dad, I would never have asked you to do this, but I am so, so glad that you have. I am so happy.” I went to my study and I wept.

My parents are gone now, and how I wish they could have seen their precious granddaughter be married. But the ages of humanity have to pass, as they always have, and always should. Lucy, I know that I too will not be with you forever, and that hurts me and I know hurts you. I have done what I could and tried my inadequate best.

But please know, my darling, that I am more proud of you than I could ever say, and that what I told you more than two decades ago still holds true. Not because of anything I could ever do, but because as long as you want it to be so, the magic never ends. The music may stop, the dance will finish, and the curtains may draw, but the magic never ends.

When I say “I love you” on your wedding day, I will mean all of this.

By Michael Coren     September 5, 2018

Michael Coren is a journalist and broadcaster, as well as the author of 16 books.

What touched you the most with what Michael Coren said about himself and his daughter? Why do you say this?

With our current racial unrest and protests, how have the opinions of YOUR children and grandchildren helped YOU to admit YOUR prejudices and helped you to grow beyond them?

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