Father's Day
Growing up, my dad was my favorite person. He taught me everything. He taught me how to fold clothes correctly, how to swing a bat, ride my bike. He even stood up late to make sure I had all my spelling words correct. After my parents got a divorce I was mad at my dad. I became really distant until we moved across the United States from him. At the time I thought my dad was choosing his job over his kids. Now I realize he had no choice. But I resented him for it. I changed my name, became ridiculously close to my mom, acted out, you name it. Before I knew it, my dad was getting married. Shortly after that he has a new family with 2 kids. I felt replaced and broken. My dad used to teach me all those things. He used to tuck me in just like that. He read the same books, made the same jokes. Everything was the same except it wasn't for me. I saw my dad twice a year up until I went to college. The visits grew shorter and shorter because I had a job that I couldn't take a month off to go visit. Now I am a mother and I lay here next to the father of my baby. Now I realize why he has done it all. I was never replaced. I was never second to a job. I was never forgotten. All of my crazy reactions were so silly. My boyfriend lies next to me passed out drunk on this Father's Day. When my dad lays next to his wife asleep because he has a job to go early the next morning to provide for his family. All his life he has worked to provide. At first for himself, then his family. And forever he will lie next to his wife happily and wake up the next morning working a job he doesn't love so he can give his family whatever they need. I may have grown up believing he was selfish and only thought of himself and his wonderful job but I am so far off. So I'd like to thank my dad for all the wonderful things he's done for me.
