I didn’t have a nuclear family or what one might consider a “normal” upbringing, but many of us didn’t. When I was a young child my Dad and Mom decided to end their marriage and in the process my Dad received full custody of my older sister and I. It isn’t common for a man to receive custody of his 2 daughters in a divorce but I didn’t know any different at the age of 3.
Most women can say that they have fond memories of their mother as they were there for every little thing as they grew up. My mother wasn’t, but my Dad was.
When I was 5 I saw an infomercial for the topsy-tail, it was a tool you used to make a fun new style of ponytail! I wanted one so bad.
What did my dad do?
He recorded the commercial on the VCR and watched it over and over until he could do the topsy-tail on my hair without the tool. He learned to paint nails and how to style hair in so many different ways he could probably teach many moms a thing or two in little girl’s hairstyles.
When I needed to go shopping for my first bra… my Mom wasn’t there, but my Dad was and he did his best even though he was clearly out of his element.
My Dad didn’t know what he was doing most of the time but he did the best with the information he had in those moments.
He supported me when I wanted to play soccer, twirl batons competitively, and play field hockey. He never missed one of my high school plays, or one of my swim meets. He saw me win and he saw me fail. He was always there to cheer me on.
He was there when I got my first broken heart, I was 16. I will never forget him telling me that “sometimes loving someone isn’t about loving everything about that person but simply being able to deal with the things you do not like about them”. It is something I still hold on to today in my own marriage. He taught me that we are not perfect and we all make mistakes. And when loved ones make mistakes we forgive them because that is what we do when we love someone.
He taught me the importance of working and working hard. He is still the hardest worker I know and I hope to one day be half as successful as he has been. He taught me self-worth and independence.
My Dad was there when I became a wife. He was there for the delivery of my boys who made me a mother. He saw me walk the stage to get my Bachelor’s degree.
My Dad is everything to me, he made me into the person I am today. No, he isn’t perfect but he doesn’t have to be for me to know how much he loves us. His love is unfailing. That is why on Mother’s Day I celebrate him. He was there for me when my mother couldn’t be and if you ask me, he did an amazing job.
So this Mother’s Day while we celebrate those who brought us into the world, be sure to recognize those men who are doing the best they can to be both a mother and a father.
Happy Mother’s Day Dad!
I am originally from the mountainous state of Vermont (no that is not in Canada!) - my passion is event planning and spending time with my little family consisting of my husband, two little boys and four fur children.
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