Thirty-eight years ago, this man chose to marry a woman pregnant with another man’s baby. That other man was no father nor did he ever choose to be. This man stepped up and took on the responsibility without a second thought. The powers that be really only know why.
It was never an easy road; especially, when the couple had children of their own, but still there he stood. I may have no longer been daddy’s little girl. Still, he was my daddy. We butted heads often, but I guess that is what parents and kids do. I’ve often wondered what would happen if that woman ever followed through on her threats. Would I still have a dad? I would like to think that I would. I mean despite all, he still only does what a father would do.
So many times I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to call him father. Not by him, but by outsiders that think they know everything. This man may not be by biological counter part…my biological counterpart decided long ago he had no room for me, but this man is my true father. Anyone can be dad, but it takes a true man to be a father. Someone who stands by your side, always comes to your aid, drives you up the wall, tries to save you when he can, and is always there even when he doesn’t have to be.
With that said, happy father’s day to all the fathers out there. Especially, my daddy, the only father I have ever had.