Any man can be a Father, but it takes a real man to be a Dad
8:53 AM Sunday, April 27, 2008I went shopping with my friend, Laura, and her daughter, Devyn, yesterday at the local outdoor mall. Within five minutes of parking the car and finding our way out of the parking garage, we ran into my dad. For anyone else, this may not be strange, but for me, it was.
See, my father and I haven't had the best relationship. To be honest, we've not had a relationship. At all. We've only just started talking within the last few years, and even then it's only been a handful of conversations each year and we've probably only see each other once or twice a year as well. Running into him unexpectedly was a bit awkward, but only because we really don't know each other. I only know the man he used to be, not so much the man he is now. Frankly, I don't like the man he used to be, but I whole-heartedly respect the man he's become.
I really only want us to move beyond the past. And I know he wants to as well, because he's been making the effort I always wanted him to make.
See, my father and I haven't had the best relationship. To be honest, we've not had a relationship. At all. We've only just started talking within the last few years, and even then it's only been a handful of conversations each year and we've probably only see each other once or twice a year as well. Running into him unexpectedly was a bit awkward, but only because we really don't know each other. I only know the man he used to be, not so much the man he is now. Frankly, I don't like the man he used to be, but I whole-heartedly respect the man he's become.
I really only want us to move beyond the past. And I know he wants to as well, because he's been making the effort I always wanted him to make.
