My Personal Story
Apr 29 '01
The Bottom Line Be there for your kids. You will regret it should you not.
A father figure. Hmmmmm. A daddy would be nice. I grew up in a somewhat disfunctional family. My mom gave birth to me at 16 and my dad was in his twenties. My grandmother ended up raising me from about 4 weeks on. My mom moved to somewhere. It doesn't really matter as I thought my granny was my mom until I was eight years old. However , my dad visited about twice a year until I was 5 years old. He lived an hours drive away from me. I always thought the kids at daycare were strange for having their daddy bring them to school. I have an uncle who was what you might call a father figure to me. When I turned five he had a new daughter born to him ( my cousin ). To this day my uncle has had nothing to do with me since my cousin was born. I saw how my uncle treated my cousin and it hit me my daddy wasn't there for me enough. To make matters worse he remarried around that time and didn't come see me or call for about 3 years. He had a step daughter a year younger than me and he took care of her. After the three year time space was done he suddenly showed up again. With my step sis in tow he wanted to take me to get a birthday present. I wanted a new doll because he said a bike was too expensive. My step sis got a Super Nintendo that day. I had turned a big 9 years old. When I turned 10 my granny said that my dad wanted me to spend a week with him. I went down there and his wife made me stay with my grandad. Jealousy I suppose. Two days into the stay I was told we were going to Sea World. When the day came to go I was packed and excited. I was climbing into the car and my dad told me to go in the house. I got in the house and I heard him walk in behind me. He simply looked me in the eye and told me there was not enough room for me to go. There was enough room for my stepsis though. That day I went home and cried myself from hurt into hatred. My dad caused me to turn into another person that day. I became distrustful of all men. I hated all men. Every man who was supposed to be there for me had dumped me for the next best thing. A few years went by with me uncaring of when he might happen to show up. By the time I got into high school and was a cheerleader , model , and honor roll student , my dad was ready to love me. By this time I was dating and didn't want anything to do with him. I got over the why doesn't anyone love me depression with counseling and a new found popularity. My dad started calling instead of just showing up to make an appointment with me. I was too busy for him. I am grown now , a mother , a published writer , and a happy wife. My dad is divorced and has never seen his grandchildren. I have a father in law whom I call daddy. He is really a daddy to me. My father is alone , his step traded him for a new step dad. My father called for a couple of years and sent vast quantities of money to buy my love and get to see his grandchildren. He never will see them and I hope he dies lonely. One of those too little too late deals.
To end this story my advice is not to be a " father ". That is easy enough. Be a Daddy. If you play with your kid's emotions you just may end up with them leaving you in a nursing home and praying you will die soon.
This story is my story. There are wonderful dads who can't spend a lot of time with their kids due to circumstance. Just make sure the time you spend is quality and filled with love.
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