You know, sometimes it can be hard to truly appreciate how good you have it, when you’ve never had it any other way.
I grew up with a supportive, loving Dad. A man who worked his tail off to always provide for his family, even when times were tough and his job had morphed into something he didn’t love. A father who was perhaps nervous about his daughter pursuing an arts career, because of the financial and emotional uncertainty it might bring, but supported her anyway. Financially and emotionally.
I married a man who was already a father, when we met. A man who, when others might have run the other way, showed up. And kept showing up. He integrated an incredible daughter into his life, and showed his friends, who weren’t yet parents, how it’s done. And now that we have children of our own, I get to see his love, his patience, his love of teaching and imparting wisdom, every single day.
This husband of mine, who is such a strong and loving man, had an incredible role model, too. A man who showed up to be a father when there was none, and then went on to be a biological father, and loved them all equally.
With three men in my life like this, and a sea of friends who are loving fathers, I find it hard to imagine having it any other way. And I guess that’s why I feel so lucky, today.
Happy Father’s Day, to all the dads who step up and show the world how it’s done.
p.s. the Husband has been sleeping for more than 12 hours now. I’ve been up since 5:30am. That’s how much I love him.