In the past Father's day has meant nothing to me. I'll be honest. I had a horrible father. Nothing worth celebrating. This day use to make me sad. Or angry. He doesn't deserve a day. I'd hear all the sweet stories of wonderful fathers who loved their children and built beautiful memories with them. A part of me would long for that. I'd watch movies with fathers that treated their daughter well and I'd get all teary eyed because that wasn't my reality. Not even close. It use to be that this day would come and go and I'd just sort of shut down and go about my day. Can't change what was never mine to control anyways.
Then I had children. Before my eyes I saw my husband transform into a wonderful father for OUR children. I see him with his children and I melt. Now this day makes sense. I am so thankful that my children have the amazing father I didn't have. Their father is full of love and compassion for his children. He works hard to take care of them and protect them. He builds them up. He plays with them and teaches them. They mean the world to him, he would never do anything to hurt them. They are his life. That's the way it's suppose to be. My children are going to grow up with wonderful memories of their father. I may have had a horrible rotten father...but my kids, well my kids have a dad who deserves his day.
I feel so lucky to witness what a wonderful father truly is through the eyes of my children.
*It's a little bitter sweet isn't it. Not Hallmark material that's for sure.*