A Message to Fathers

Apparently my father was quite the ladies man.  Three marriages and multiple girlfriends before and in-between.  He was 56 years old when I was born, while my mother was in her late twenties.  (Go Daddy!)

Unfortunately, his parenting skills weren’t quite as strong as his romantic inclinations.  I find that easier to understand and accept now that I’m the age he was when I was ten.  He was ready to retire and enjoy a much-deserved rest, and here he had to deal with a pre-teen and all of her “interesting” behavioral issues.  (Like sneaking his cigarettes….yes, at age 10.  Dear god.)

Unable to cope with all of that along with the impending death of wife number three, my father decided to put me in someone else’s care.

So, just before my 12th birthday, Daddy sent me to live in foster care three hours from home.  After that I saw him only twice a year.  I can thank him for that now….who knows where I’d have wound up otherwise….but then it felt like the ultimate rejection.

After his first stroke, when I was 19, my father went to live with my sister.  While visiting one day I heard his cane banging on the floor above me.  His signal that he needed something.  I went to his room where he proceeded to direct me to a wooden box on his dresser.  This box held several fifty-cent pieces.  He told me to take them, and said, “I don’t have anything else to give you.”

That was his way of saying ‘I love you’, something he’d never been able to express in words.

So, here we are, all these years later, and I’m thinking of my sons and their relationships with their own fathers.  These men also had difficulty verbalizing their love…and also committed their sons’ care to someone else in order to get their own emotional needs met.   I spent many years feeling angry about this, but now I just feel sad for these men…one now dead…who never really knew the amazing, intelligent, talented and gentle men they created.

Father’s Day is, of course, about remembering and honoring our dads.  But, I guess I want to send a message to you fathers:  Please try to honor your children…to let them know how important they are to you, and how much you love them.  They desparately need that from you.

Peace.

Pat

A Surprise for Thanksgiving

The five year old boy awoke with the first rays of the sun.  He snuggled under his blankets in the cold bedroom and thought about five year old things.  Suddenly he remembered that this was a holiday.  He didn’t have to go to kindergarten.  Yay!  He could play all day.  And Grandma and Grandpa were coming for dinner.  And maybe it would snow so he could build a great big snowman!  This was going to be a good day.

The little angel ran downstairs hoping to find that Mommy was making pancakes for breakfast.  Pancakes and bacon were the best breakfast of all.  But Mommy wasn’t in the kitchen.  And she wasn’t in the living room…the playroom…not even in the bathroom.  And Daddy wasn’t in any of those rooms either.   But Grandma and Grandpa were already there.  Why?  It wasn’t dinnertime yet.  Something wasn’t right.

“Where are Mommy and Daddy?”, the precious boy asked anxiously.  Did they go to the store?  Or to church?  Or outside to play without him? 

“They went to the hospital.”, said Grandma.  “So that Mommy could have the new baby.” 

“Oh great.”, thought the five year old.  “Just great.  Now I won’t get to have fun.  And no pancakes.  (Grandma’s pancakes were always runny in the middle, so there was no way he was going to ask her to make them for him.)

The day was long…and sad.  No Mommy.  No Daddy.  And even no darn snow.  And no one to play with him.  That new baby was ruining everything.

Pretty soon Daddy came home and said, “Guess what?  You have a new baby brother.  His name is Joshua, and he’ll be coming home tomorrow to meet you.  Isn’t that exciting?”

Uh, not really Dad.

But guess what happened?  The next day Daddy went and brought Mommy and Baby Joshua home from the hospital.  He looked like a toy!  He was so little and he smelled so good.  (Except when he pooped.)  And then the most amazing thing happened.  It started to snow!  And snow!  And snow!  It was the biggest snow Chris had ever seen.  He could build a ga-billion snowmen and still have snow leftover.  Chris decided that Baby Joshua had brought all the snow just for him.  Cool!!!

It was a strange Thanksgiving…but when Chris thought about it later, he decided that it was really the best Thanksgiving of all.

And even today, all these years later….Joshua is truly the best Thanksgiving gift that anyone ever got. 

Happy birthday, son!  You are what Thanksgiving is all about.

Mo

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