Father’s day is a bit of a painful holiday for me. Usually because my own dad is never around, which was much more painful as a kid but still.
And now that I’m a single mom and I won’t go into the issues with my ex but having to also “play the part” of father most days isn’t really easy. Now obviously I expect no recognition this day. None.
But as I wrote my dad a Happy Father’s day email this morning it occurred to me that I know this man well. I know his faults. I know his triumphs. I know his weaknesses and I know his joys. I know the size of his ego and the price for his loyalty. Which is why I have always considered myself lucky to be his daughter and had the utmost sympathy for his mates. Lol
He isn’t a bad guy. You take all he has done wrong and reel it together and he could be considered pretty despicable. You put a sequence together of all his good actions and he could maybe be considered a saint. He is neither. He is just a man, just my father. I know who he is and I love him, inspite of it, because of it, neither really matter.
The way I see it… there are few people in our entire lives who will truly know us. Know our deepest skeletons and our major flaws, know how hard we try, where we succeed and where we fail, how hard it is or how hard we take it. Can see through the entire saga of our dramedy and love us all the same or all the more.
And what I can say….the best thing I can tell him is that I truly do love and appreciate him in my life.
So to all the dad’s out there.
Happy Father’s Day!