Not A Grampy and I were married in 1987.
My daughter was born in 1981, my son was born in 1983.
The father of my children and I were divorced in 1985.
The only DAD my children have known is Not A Grampy.
Their father disappeared from their lives in 1990. Well, there was the occasional phone call, promise for a visit, claim of visiting them.
A Dad is
- someone who can teach the boy to ride a bike
- rollerblade with both kids while Lady the dog pulls them on a leash
- create a sailboat joke out of a napkin in a restaurant
- teach them how to make snakes out of the papers from straws
- be there when they are sick
- teach them how to ice skate
- take them to the emergency room when they hurt themselves ice skating
- do the laundry
- pull the keys to their car when they break the rules
- argue with the daughter until the sun comes up because they both have to have the last word
- is someone who loves their mother unconditionally and they both know it
- knows algebra and helps them with it
- does laundry
- buys bras for birthdays
- buys condoms and leaves them annonymously in the medicine cabinet
- loves them both unconditionally
- drives across country, across North America with family and doesn't leave us all along side some highway in Canada
- cooks dinners
- buys bicycles
- puts together Barbie Houses for Christmas
- buys stereo for Christmas
- takes son to Hooters
You have to be honest.
To be a DAD, you have to be something Special. If you have any doubts that you are Special, then pull back and don't even try. You will do more harm than good. If a DAD can't even respect the mother of his child, then he can only be a Father.
And that may be the best for the Child.