Dear Father Figure,
- I love you.
You saw a broken daughter who was lost with no direction and gave her the love of a father that her mother desired to give her but could not. Even though I had multiple flaws and would lash out when I was upset you still loved me. At times I was to stubborn to realize it but you constantly showed me unconditional love. You didn’t judge when I messed up. I didn’t have be perfect for you to love me. You didn’t have to love me, but you chose to. You chose to be there when someone else chose not to, and for that, you deserve all the thanks that I have
- Every little thing you do shows me more and more that you care.
You showed me through your relationship with your kids that you truly care. You brought me in as your own and mentored me. When you did something with your kids you included me. You took us to get ice cream and even taught me how to drive because I stressed my mom out too much.
- You helped me fill the void that my father left.
Now that I am married and we live hours away I know that if I need help with my car or my life you will always be a phone call away and I appreciate that. You may not be my biological father but you are the father figure I needed to become the person I am today. I know you will always be there. You were the dad that I always wanted but never had. I could not thank you enough for everything you’ve done.
Happy Father’s Day!
As Always Keep Smiling,
Every child deserves to have both a father and a mother. There are things that one can do that the other simply cannot. Sadly, we live in a world that more and more children are living in homes without one or the other. I was raised in a single parent home. My mom did a wonderful job raising my brother and I. She did the best she could to be both rolls but there were times when we just needed our dad. It’s not easy to be fatherless on this day dedicated to fathers, I know that first hand. Continue Reading…
My husband just got home from work and is sound asleep, my teething 11 week old is fighting to stay awake because the pain is making it hard for him to sleep, and I finally have some alone time to relax and catch up on Dancing With The Stars… NOT. The apartment exploded again after my family returned from our mini vacation to Dallas, dishes are piled up, I need to write a new blog post, and in a couple hours dinner needs to be started. <– This is a typical day for me lately. What little peace and quiet I have is dictated by the silent noise of the mess around me.
I love being a stay at home mom. I am one of the few women who are privileged enough to spend every waking, and sleeping, moment with my son. Take that statement as you wish. Some days I mean it wholeheartedly and other I am being completely sarcastic, but in the end I love the time I get with my son. Continue Reading…