Yesterday, I was busy honoring my husband and step-dad, so even though this post idea was percolating in my brain, it never made it on the page.
There are four fathers in my life. I’d like to take a moment to recognize them all.
Father #1 – Biological: I do have a biological father. I hardly ever see him and when I do, we don’t have much to say to each other. I’ve never really understood this, but I’ve accepted that it has nothing to do with me. He treats everyone with the same cool distance.
Father #2 – Stepfather: Some 30 or more years ago, my mother remarried. It was only a couple of years after my parents divorced, so I was rather opposed to it. The three of us, mom, Connie and I, were doing fine on our own. It didn’t turn out so well for me when I lived at home. Eventually, I moved away and I realized that this man loved my mother, would do anything for her. This was the reason he acted possessively and tried to sever our relationship. I’m glad my mom found someone to value her.
Father #3 – God: I grew up knowing all about God. He was everywhere and I completely believed in Him. Of course, the personal relationship thing was likely hindered by the fact that I didn’t know what a Father-Daughter relationship even looked like. I’ve come to realize that it has taken me many years to understand healthy love between a man and a woman. I don’t know why God loves me, or why he chose me to be His daughter, but I’ve learned more about love from Him than just about anyone else on the planet.
Father #4 – Father-in-Law: My husband’s father was a pretty demanding guy when I met him 25+ years ago. He didn’t really like me because I didn’t show proper respect (meaning I was mouthy). Eventually, we learned to tolerate each other. Now, we can tease each other and joke around. He’s become so much more relaxed since he retired from his job about 10 years ago.
Of course, my husband is also a father, but not MY father. He’s the ideal father, though; right next to God! I couldn’t have done a better job choosing the most loving dad for my sons. Someday, I hope they will pass that along to my grandchildren. But, wait, that will be a LONG time from now. I’m much too young to be a grandmother!