It's a Love Thang
I'm usually not one to do the TOTW, but this one hits close to home.
My children, all have a father (well, duh). However, they also have a Daddy.
Their Dad, is the one who's been there with us. He's the one that has cleaned up scraped knees and calmed nightmares. He reads bedtime stories, and bandages incisions. He has sat up as many nights as I have, worried sick and praying for the best, and he's rejoiced over every victory. Their Dad is the one who does everything he can to take care of us, because he doesn't want me to have to work. He wants it to be completely optional, something I do if I chose to. He's the one researching private schools, though I feel a good public one would be ok, because he "only wants the best for them". He's the one that is teaching Alex to tie his shoes, or to ride his bike. He was my rock through Gabby's surgery, and when he couldn't be in Kansas City with us due to his job, he called every night so he could talk to his girl. He was there for Jude's first steps, and has been instrumental in many new words. He wakes up in the middle of the night almost as if it is a race, so that I can get some sleep and he can get some time with the little one. He is the one that stepped into our lives like a breath of fresh air, with open arms, enfolding not just me but the children as well.Their Dad is an incredible man. And he didn't have to be Dad, he chose to. What makes it all that much more amazing to me.
Their father? Yeah, he just got me knocked up and then beat the shit out of me. He's not there for his children. He doesen't see his children. He doesn't contribute to his children. Biologically, legally, they are his. But to them, he is a stranger - a bad memory, at best.
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