My dad wasn’t there. He abandoned my mom and my two older sisters while I was still a fetus, maybe even earlier. He physically left when I was just six weeks old. Legally left us when I was about 6 months old. The divorce was nasty, I found records of it when I was about 20 and while reading through them, I sobbed, I never made it through all of them.
My father figure as I refer to him as, George, was a godsend. Many of my traits, philosophies, mannerisms, and interests come straight from him. He has the warmest heart, but carries a big “fuck it” attitude. He is one of the hardest working people, even when not at work. When a flood destroyed my mom’s garage while I was an infant, he built us a new one, and he put it in a better location. When my mom’s cars were in the shop for whatever reason (as they frequently were) he provided a backup pickup for her to use. When we had basketball or lacrosse games or recitals, he was there to cheer us on. Christmas mornings, he was there.
He taught me how to work, how to fish and shoot a gun, drive a car, hammer a nail, swear like a grumpy old man, and he taught me to respect myself, most importantly without guilt. He was also the one to drop me in a snowbank if I wasn’t behaving right.
My husband is the best father I could ever imagine for our girls. I didn’t grow up with a dad to admire. I didn’t dream about walking down the aisle at my wedding with my dad (but I did dream about the day I could change my last name for a positive reason).
My husband isn’t home frequently. His work is physically and mentally demanding and exhausting. He holds so much responsibility concerning both people and things, and that’s just talking about work. It seems like when he is home he’s either doing work or sleeping; he rarely cleans or does projects around the house. He doesn’t have time for hobbies. But he does father our children. He is always able to push whatever he’s busy with aside for one or both of the girls. Almost nightly, when he’s home, he falls asleep with one of them on his chest. I have so many photos I could print a calendar with a new photo each day. He lovingly sleeps in Elizabeth’s room if she’s having a particularly rough night, and he so delicately carries them both so I have “off” time.
He mentally freaks out when one of them gets hurt or startled, like so many dads-of-daughters do, and he simply cannot say no.
I’m hoping that he will be present for their recitals and sports games, and that he’s able to teach them how to fish and shoot, drive, and use tools. However in his career path he may not be able to do many of those, if any, but I know he does (and will do) everything he possibly can for them. ❤ He is the perfect dad.
Sappy post because Elizabeth has been asking for him all day but she’ll have to wait a couple weeks to see him. (Plus he deserves a little praise every once in awhile, right?)