Dad
I talked to my dad today. My dad and I were never very close. Growing up visits were few, and rarely positive. I am now thirty-six and what transpired between my dad and I is nothing short of a miracle. A relationship happened out of the ashes of that seemly lost father-daughter bond as I went through some of the darkest times of my life. My dad is not perfect, and while he should have been more active in my raising, I have a greater appreciation and understanding for who he is as a man and as my dad. My dad is genuine. He is flawed and imperfect, but he is mine. You never stop being a child's mother or father regardless of time, participation, separation, mistakes or failures. I share all of this for the children of absence parents and parents who are estranged or separated from their children. As long as you have breath, you can bridge the gap, no matter time, space or separation, and reach your child. You will always be their mother or father, and they may be hurt or angry, they may not accept your effort, but in the core of who they are their is a mother or father shaped place in their heart that is only for you. I am grateful for my dad today. I am thankful to have been able to have a relationship with him and he will never understand the depth of my gratitude for his love, acceptance and attitude, in a season when I was at my most unloveable.
Happy Father's Day, Dad! ❤️
