I’m going to say something so people please watch your toes and
put your open-minded caps on… I really have a problem with Father’s Day. I get an
annual stupid email invasion of Father’s Day gift ideas and FaceBook timelines
of people gushing about their dads. Frankly, I’m offended at first glance.
Obviously this stems from the fact that I never had one of
those things, those dad-things, growing up. In fact, I don’t know who the man
is. For all I know he could be a super great guys with no clue of my existence.
He might even be dead. He might be Brad Pitt… Well probably not but I can go
thru a whole year just fine until it’s abundantly clear that I was robbed of
something kinda special.
Really, I’m okay but for the sake of being honest I wanted
to mention I was bothered. However I’ve
been given so many other father figures, parent figures for that matter. People
that have shown me that relationship of protection, of constance, of pride, of
approval, I was really missing out on for a greater part of my life. Men who
without provocation asked if they’d have the honor to walk me down the aisle at
my wedding. Yep, I said men because there were multiple. I’m so moved by these
people, these guardians that I’ve been blessed with. People that have no attachments
to me by birth or responsibility or even my request. Only pure love… that
blindsided me.
I too have a Heavenly Father to which everything else holds
no comparison. Not to anything else. But
in weakness I relive that loneliness in childhood, emptiness, that blank spot
on a birth certificate that tries to bind a stereotype and convince me that I’m
less whole.
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