That thing where you don’t have a dad…

He takes such good care of his baby brother. He learned that from his father.

He takes such good care of his baby brother. He learned that from his father.

Sucks. I mean I don’t ever remember having a dad, but now that I have a husband who IS a dad and his dad who is such a dad I see, truly, how much it sucks. I never even really knew when Father’s Day was growing up because we just simply ignored it. My mother not acknowledging it’s existence and so it never really entered my world. But now? Now I celebrate like crazy because great dads are a thing of beauty. And I am so blessed to have my husband and my father in law in my life, my father in law shows me what it would have been like to have a protective dad, he doesn’t want me making long road trips alone with the kids and checks and double checks that all the doors are locked and the kids are all safe. It’s pretty cool. My husband can take a grumpy crying kid and have them laughing and dancing with in minutes. It’s his super-power.

This year we went low-key for Father’s day. But I will tell you this much, it was wonderful. And I hope Zach knows how much I love him, and how much the boys adore him. Father’s day isn’t a sad day for me, it’s one of gratitude. Thank you Zach, for being an incredible husband and a wonderful father.

4 comments on “That thing where you don’t have a dad…

  1. Sarah June 17, 2013 3:56 pm

    My husband’s “dad” is nonexistent too. SO we call his mom every Father’s Day and wish her a great day and do something with her (in addition to my dad). Because when it’s just a mother- they get to me both mom and dad.

  2. aimee @ smilingmama June 18, 2013 3:54 pm

    Love this. My dad’s dad died when my dad was 6, and so ever since I’ve been an adult and really understood what that meant, I’ve been extra-amazed that my dad is such an incredible dad. Happy Father’s Day to Zach!

  3. Arnebya June 26, 2013 9:11 am

    It’s amazing how our childhoods shape us (although I staunchly resist the notion that EVERY issue in adulthood can relate to a childhood occurrence/experience). I don’t know if my father was “fatherly” because I can’t remember much about my life before 4th grade. I remember the first day of kindergarten and one day when Vincent fell and hit his head on a pipe, making a perfect circle and lots of blood. Then, I have virtually no recall of anything until 4th grade. I remember random dance lessons and ice skating lessons but my home life memory is largely missing. In fact, I am the picture keeper, so my mother recently gave me photos of my sisters and me. All these years I’ve assumed we weren’t close because I couldn’t remember. And yet, the pictures tell a different story. My father is in some. When they divorced when I was 12, I saw him every other weekend (every weekend?). He’d take me to eat at IHOP or Chesapeake’s all you can eat seafood (I do remember those hush puppies!)

    I am waaaaaaaaaay off track here. My original comment was supposed to talk about how NOW my dad is grandpops extraordinaire. My kids adore him and he feels the same, clearly. He is more involved, according to my sisters, with his grandchildren than he ever was with us. I am grateful that he figured it out even though my sisters feel neglected. I simply can’t remember, so I feel ambivalent, I guess. My husband learned to be a dad from his dad and he’s showing our kids what its like to have a father’s love. To go even further off track, I was disheartened around Christmas last year when MORE THAN ONE of my oldest daughter’s friends commented to her about how nice it must be to have two parents.

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