Today is Father’s Day, the day where dads receive ties (not so much now) and get to blissfully barbecue. They are admired by their spouses/ partners and their children. They are the dads who play video games, teach sports, cook, clean, chauffeur, reluctantly discipline, have the hard talks, teach defense, work hard, fix things, fix more things (or call someone to fix them), drink beer (or wine) but who are always there for their kids. Or so the ideals and greeting cards want you to believe. And I know there are a lot of dads out there that fit that bill, probably the majority of fathers do. Oh, they aren’t perfect, just like Mom’s, they mess up once in a while but it is a mistake and not a pattern.
I’ve mentioned before I grew up in a very dysfunctional, alcoholic home. By the time I was 12, my parents had divorced and my father had migrated back to Missouri. I was relieved though saddened, that he was no longer part of my life then. From then on, it was my mom, my sister and I. My relationship with my father was to say the least dysfunctional. He has also been gone since early June 2002. For the most part, my life has been without a father there for me. I know that kids grown up without one all the time. They may have lost theirs early on to an accident or illness, it is very tragic. However, I had one for years and well, I was never much on his radar, he was fighting his own demons.
I did have my maternal grandfather as an example. He was more “dad-like” than my father. My uncles. I had Dad role models. Though none of them lived close by. We would see them occasionally. Am I worse off not having a strong father figure? One that was caring and involved in my life? Who honestly knows. I made poor choice in men however until later in life. Was I seeking someone who was emotionally unavailable to mimic the relationship I had with my father? Probably. Would I have picked someone better for me if I had grown up in a more “normal” home? I have no idea. Maybe or maybe not. Children of intact homes get divorced all the time, so that really can’t be determined.
Then there is my children’s father. MIA as usual. We divorced when our youngest daughter was 2 almost 3 after a year of separation. For awhile, until I remarried 6 years later, there was every other weekend though for them it wasn’t joyous. He had gone on some new religious tear, the one that doesn’t allow Harry Potter or trick or treating. His new wife didn’t appreciate the girls invading her space and referred to them as ‘guests”. The pair seemed determined to tear down their self-esteem so they could feel better about themselves. Then when I remarried the 2nd time, their dad decided to move to South Carolina. The girls felt rejected and unwanted. He moved back for awhile but they never reconnected even remotely. Then he returned to South Carolina where he has stayed. He never calls, messages, texts, IM’s or even likes their stuff on FaceBook. He didn’t bother to show for our youngest’s high school graduation even though the date had been set for several years, they were vacationing in Myrtle Beach. His priorities are quite evident to all.
I feel bad about picking someone like him to marry. I have amazing daughters but I feel bad that their father is so self-centered. But is it all bad? Maybe not. They are very fierce, very independent and very outspoken girls. I used the adversity of their father trying to preach to them and tell them how they were wrong for drawing dragons, that women could not be preachers and all that other rot he wanted to impart on them, to stand up for themselves, to be themselves and to never be afraid of authority. If he had been the perfect dad, we had stayed together and everything been like it is portrayed in the movies, would they be the amazing women they are today? I can’t answer that either but when I watch one of them stick up for someone else who is not able to or too shy to do it, I think maybe it was meant to be this way.
They haven’t clung to boyfriends or rushed to get married. My youngest the other day has a serious boyfriend and she was talking about how he wants to live in a city when he graduates college. She looks at me and says Mom, I told him that if we are together, I am not living in a city. He is just going to have to compromise to be with me. I smiled at her and said yes, it’s about compromise. She continued on about possiblites of living near a city so they could both have some of what they want. Compromise is great, but what I loved most about that was she isn’t like me at that age. I moved to the city to be with the boy because it is what he wanted. I was miserable and ended up depressed. I ignored my needs to be loved. She isn’t willing to do this and she expects nothing less than compromise out of both of them.
Now my daughters are not without a “dad”. Their stepfather of seven years is here every day for them. He grills and fixes things, he helps to provide a good living for all of us, he watches over them even though they don’t realize he does. And he loves them very much and has always quietly looked out for them and their needs. He is the example I wanted them to have of how a man should treat the people they love. What it is like to be with someone or have someone in your life who unlike their biological father, puts them first at times rather than puts themselves first at all times. So their biological dad may be MIA, but the dad that chose them and their mother is here every single day because he wants to be, not because he has to be. He has no blood relation to any of them.
Dads come in many shapes and sizes. Your biological father may have been MIA in your life for whatever reason. The hardest is when they choose to not be part of your life or have an addiction/ mental illness (such as mine) that makes it impossible for them to be a father. But “Fathers” come in many different ways. Grandparents, Uncles, a stepfather, an older brother or cousin, a family friend. Sometimes you just can’t get hung up on blood and you have to embrace the men who willingly step into that patriarchal role out of choice and out of love.
My Dad may be gone for 13 years now but I can remember some good times, some good memories. Enough time has passed that I can understand that he hadn’t willingly rejected me, that he struggled with something bigger than himself. I can be upset with my children’s biological father for making choices that ensured he was not part of their lives but I have decided that is simply his loss, and maybe their gain as they were never happy around his judgments. That I was brought together with a man who loves all four of us and takes care of us without us ever having to ask. We are really blessed to have him in our lives.
Happy Father’s Day, to all the myriad of types of ‘Dads’ out there. Go grill something, drink a beer, watch some sports, and pretend you like the gifts we got you. You’re freaking awesome!