Happy Father's Day to all you daddy's out there who are there day in and day out. Who play the role and love the role being a dad gives them each day. To the daddy's that kiss the boo-boo's, wipe away the tears, give hugs and spend every day doing what need's to be done. The one's who stay through the good, the bad and the not-so-much-fun days. You are awesome.To all you single mom's out there, it is easy to put down your ex, but remember he gave you the best thing that ever happened to you. He gave you the child(ren) you hold dear and without him, those little angels would not be here. I know, believe me I know, it is easy to rant and dis your ex and call him every name in the book. Don't. This day is not just to honor the Father's who are good, but to honor the children the bad one's created.
In our home, we don't celebrate Father's Day in the way most do. It is a day I spend with my little one's and honor them. They love their dad, and they miss him, it is not my place to take that away from them or destroy their feelings for him. I get to remember him as the dad he was, the father he started out to be and the one that I know deep down is still there. They get to keep their ideas of him in their hearts and minds.
Ladies let me tell you something, killing this idea in their heads does not alienate him, does not work out the way you want it and in the end that one that looks bad is you.
At one time you loved this guy enough to create life with him. He is not (or was not) all bad. When I look at my children, I see him in them. I see him in K who loves Robotics, band and hates brand names. I see him in A who has a love for tinkering and building things. I see him in S, when she chooses to show that sensitive side of her, the one who gets her feeling hurt easily. I see him in M, even though M has never seen him, who is sensitive and loving and who would makes friends everywhere he goes. I him in their eyes, their smiles and their laughter. I know their are dad's out there who don't deserve to be celebrated, but remember without them, your children would not be here. Those hugs, kisses, muddy hand-prints
, sticky fingers that leave stickiness everywhere they touch, would be nothing, not even a distant memory. That little one who you held in your arms for the first time, who looked at you with big crocodile tears would not be even a thought on your radar if it was not for the man who helped you create them. Celebrate the good father's, there are some out there, and celebrate the children who love their father's unconditionally.
