Father’s Day is a holiday of reflection for me. My father walked out when I was about a year and a half old. I met him for the first time when I was 27 and I recall him telling me the story of the day he left. He said he remembers watching me as I stood in the doorway while he walked away, knowing in his mind he’d never return. My mother didn’t even know he was leaving. I will never understand the mindset of a person that believes that that’s okay. My only hope is that he did it because he thought I’d be better off without him. I mean I just can’t imagine a day without our children!!
We’ve had our conversations and I no longer have a relationship with him and I’m perfectly okay with that. There will, however, always be a void because I have no knowledge of what it’s like to have a loving, caring father that played games with me, pushed me on a swing, kissed my boo boos, bounced me on his knee or, as I got older, gave me sound advice, or told me how proud he is of me. I will never know what that kind of relationship is like.
But (and here’s where the story has a happy ending, folks), I married a wonderful man. He’s very good to me, but especially great with our daughters. I’m so grateful that they will receive the love and kindness of a good father. I watch them play together all the time and it’s quite cathartic for me. I’m so glad that our children will know what it’s like to have a stand-up guy as their daddy. One who is responsible, trustworthy, fun-loving, plays games with them, gives them kisses and hugs, reads them bedtime stories, bathes them, prays with them, and teaches them. Anyone can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a “daddy”. I’m really glad I married a “daddy”.
Happy Father’s Day to my wonderful husband, and to all of the other wonderful, responsible, caring Daddys out there!