Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do... John Mayer
We have an odd collection of daddies around here… Mothers we have in direct line- Mother to mother to mother- a straight, unbroken line of matriarchy. But Daddies- we have an unusual collection…
First up- leading the line- is James- Best. Daddy. Ever. Patient with children, frustrated at times, but at his core, a deeply committed family man. He falls down, he has moments, and he gets back up. He comes back to it. He truly sees parenting as the most important job and he balances with me. It’s not easy parenting two children with special needs- and we both know how lucky we are to have someone in it for the long haul.
Beyond our children- both James and I have lost our Daddies. Mine, three months before Elizabeth was born, and he, 20 years ago. We watch the children grow and grieve at how everyone lost out. Daddy and Papa Ray would have loved them so much- and I know that they do, from a distance. But it’s not the same…
But my father, divorced from my mother since I was 1- a caring man with a gift for marrying women who kept me in the family loop, has stepped into the breach and is the children’s Papou Pete. With him, we marvel at the power of genetics and the family lore- he keeps our children grounded in their history and their family. His humor is our humor and we all recognize each other.
And my mother’s high school friend- childless himself- we have adopted him. He provides that “manly” role of fixing things and fishing and pure love. He is solid and he is there for a hug or a song. My children adore him. And so, we have “Dampa”.
And so today- we celebrate Daddies and Papous and Dampas, born and made.