Photo by Sheryl Nields.
Today I asked Father’s day what I could learn from it.
For years we haven’t had the best relationship.
I dreaded the day it came and wished I could ignore the loud messages of happy moments of little girls with their fathers.
If only I could know what that feels like.
Father’s day responded and said self-love.
Celebrate the men who are good fathers.
The great men who love their children with pure love unconditionally, who show up consistently and relentlessly for their children no matter their life circumstances.
My wounded self wanted to come out and play the same story of hatred towards my father but that story just doesn’t sit well inside of me anymore.
I have grown past the wound like an overgrown toenail ready to fall off.
I can’t celebrate him but I can celebrate my growth, my resiliency and my strength after.
I grieve the opportunity to have a father to call to say I love you and feel safe in saying it.
I see today as a gift to myself and to the great men in my life who show up for their families, children and loved ones and me.
You will be the heroes for the women who have lost faith in men.
Happy Father’s day.
