Sack of potatoes: A father’s love


Sack of potatoes!

The magic relationship of a father and his daughters. They adore him, worship him, seek his approval and search out his praise. He is their play thing, their most loved toy. He riles them up and they passionately love it. He throws them in the air, hangs them upside down and struggles to say, ‘No,’ when they demand, ‘Again! Again!’. How can he resist their sparkling eyes and hungry smiles? His daughters have his heart firmly in their grasp.

He comes in the door from a hard day’s work and leaves all that behind when his daughters run up to greet him. Some nights he comes in late, when I’ve just calmed them for bed. He tries to be quiet and steer them to sleep, but his mere presence excites them so much that they get a second wind. He lies in the dark and makes up stories from his head, with his beloved daughters playing starring roles.

His voice so soothing when they are hurt. His arms forever open, warm and welcoming. Sometimes they hurl abuse at him and he brushes it off; they have his unconditional love. It is because of that love they push the boundaries from time to time.

Today at the beach they played their favourite game of the moment, ‘Sack of Potatoes’. They fight to ‘be’ a sack of potatoes being tossed into the sea! Even when his arms ache he carries on, for his precious cargo is not to be let down lightly.

Sack of potatoes with Daddy

Bull fights and ‘What’s the time Mr Wolf’, chasing round and round in dizzying circles, I could almost hear their hearts beating above the sound of the waves today. Such passion and love. They are so lucky to have such a wonderful father and little Alice whole-heartedly agrees…


This morning on the beach I took time to stop, watch and be grateful. There to calm them when their dizzying hearts send their heads into a frenzy of over-excitement. To pick up the pieces when one gets hurt. To sooth out the creases as best I know and smile when the air is filled with their laughter.


A father’s love for his daughters is something I watch and marvel at, for I too know that love. It is the same love I have as a daughter for my father. Now as a mother I stand and watch, with a knowing heart :)

  • What a gorgeous post Sarah!!! I love your writing and the priceless photos that go with it. (I can totally see this made into a book for your girls…so they can see the wonderful pics of them with their dad, and your wonderful words)


  • Hay

    so sweet and beautiful. I love the photo’s!


  • Chicken Grandma

    Just so lovely to return and read that lovely blog and the gorgeous piccies…what a star daddy there and certainly touched your daddy’s heart strings too!!


  • Hey Sarah! I saw this and thought of you. Whether it is a daddy daughter book, or publish your daughter’s amazing stories…this looks great!


  • Apparently this site gives you a free book every month??

      Hi Mika, Wow! That’s great, I’ll check it out, thanks :) I’ve used before, with lovely results. You’ve got me all fired up to get creating. Charlotte has asked if she can ‘publish’ some of her stories and I was thinking of putting them into a book for a surprise Birthday present for her. Cheer, Sarah :)


  • What a lovely post! My sons are the same the whole mood of the house changes when Daddy arrives home, it is so lovely to watch. Your pictures are beautiful too x


  • Such lovely thoughts Sarah …and beautiful photographs too, xv.


  • That’s lovely Sarah. Love that first photo of him throwing them both over his shoulders and the one of you sat down on the beach with baby in arms and others crowding round. I used to play what’s the time Mr Wolf all the time with my Dad – hadn’t thought about that in years so thank you for prompting that lovely memory. And climb up his legs and flip over. What a lovely post.


  • LOVE those photos. How beautiful, Sarah :)


  • This is such a very lovely and beautifully written post!