Everywhere today we see Happy Fathers with Happy Children celebrating a Happy Fathers Day.
Back on Mother’s Day I posted a blog entry about … the rest of us. And wondered what I might write or do today in honor of Father’s Day. My mind went many places.
I spent part of the day today talking to my own Father. My Dad. Formerly known as my Daddy. And I thought back to when I was just a little girl. One of the many little girls who adored their Daddy.
I think he knows that I will always be his little girl … no matter how many years pass.
My daughters were always Daddy’s girls growing up. And I was fine with that.
And as on Mother’s Day, I found my thoughts straying to those Fathers whose lives are not picture perfect. Whose parenting may not land them on the front of a Hallmark Card or an adoring Facebook Post.
For the rest of us. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who loved his child so much that he gave them up … to be raised by somebody else. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who is bravely serving in the Armed Services stationed far away … and may never see his children again. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who is held somewhere against his will … and has never seen his child … and may never see them. Happy Fathers Day.
For the woman who has been both Mother and Father to the children … struggling to make ends meet. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one whose child is holding a decades long grudge without contact … and withholds grandchildren. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who hears another man called Daddy by his children … fights the stabbing pain to his heart … and still knows he did the right thing. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who waited patiently for the birth of a child … only to have that child … that dream for the future … die at birth. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one whose Father is there in body, but whose mind has long since left. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one whose Father died this year and who will never again hear his comforting voice or look into his loving eyes … Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who is pretending that his marriage is happy and all is well … for the sake of the grown children … who probably know anyway. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who raised a child for all those years only to have the child taken away by a needless accident … or lingering war … or hopeless addiction. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who had to yell over the phone … screaming to be heard … only to hear his aged Father say “Are you ever going to come back home?” Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who raised someone else’s children … as if they were his own … being told “you aren’t my real Father”. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one who sat by the phone all day … hoping against hope … trying to look strong … wandering occasionally from room to room clutching a card from years ago. Happy Fathers Day.
For the one looking at the little container from years gone by … held as though it were gold … the container which once held a plant … for Fathers Day … lovingly made by loving little hands … in the way that only a young child can … as tears run down his face.
Happy Fathers Day.