So I wasn’t sure I was going to post anything today, but I figured I would. If you’ve been here a while or read back, you’ll probably notice that I don’t have the greatest relationship with my dad – in fact, until recently I don’t even know if it would have qualified as a relationship. But my little brother moved out and from Mississippi to Texas and suddenly my father started reaching out to me. I likely wouldn’t have made any moves to make any changes in the status quo – I did more than enough of that when I was younger. But my Momma asked me to give him a chance and I’m pretty much a sucker for her.
But, being honest with myself as well as y’all, things are better than they’ve been since I was little and my Daddy (yes, I’m 25 and with a recently mending relationship, and I still call him Daddy) was a huge, powerful, amazing person who could do no wrong. That has been a long time for me. I’m not saying things are great – I still get “your brother is better” – but I’m willing to give him a chance. And that part of me that always desperately wanted my Daddy to be awesome and wonderful is excited to grasp onto it with the hope that it’ll last. So, this afternoon, I called my dad and talked to him for a bit. And, even when he offered to let me talk to my mom, I told him it was okay, but I was calling to talk to him. Because I can make the effort, too.
Of course, we have another dad to add to the list as of last night. My cousin, A, finally had her twins. I’m delighted. They girls are precious – L is 6 lbs and 20″ and S is 4 lbs and 18″. And she and her hubby are blissfully happy. But there’s that part of me that is just glad it’s over. And – because I try to be honest – that part of me that is envious of the fact that she has those precious girls. Not the “me instead” kind of envy – because I’ve never understood that – but the “me, too” kind of envy. So, her husband became an official daddy (because apparently you don’t get mother’s and father’s day wishes when you’re a to-be? wtfe) mere hours before Father’s Day. Yes, I wished him a happy day. Wished her one on Mother’s Day, even though she was only preggo.
So, I’m trying to be positive and happy, but honestly I’m glad that I don’t have to be immersed in it full-time. I hope it was the hormones that made her act the way she did and she’ll start being more…I don’t know, the friend I used to have, I guess. We’ll see.
So, Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. And brightest blessings to you all.