Dear Husband,
It was a question that you asked during my pregnancy — “How am I supposed to be a good father when I didn’t have one?”
I didn’t have an answer then because I don’t know what it’s like to grow up without a dad. I was fortunate that my father was a part of my life, even if he was only home in between business trips, he was there.
But I have the answer now.
You didn’t need a father to help you become a good one yourself. You became a dad the minute our little boy was welcomed into this world and you became an even better one the instance you decided to embrace parenthood for all it has to offer — the good, the bad and the messy.
I know going through this journey without an example to look up to has been hard, but I hope you know now that you didn’t need an example to show you the way. You just did it because you were meant to be a daddy.
So this year, on Father’s Day, I don’t want you to be sad or anger or filled with resentment of what you didn’t have. I don’t want you to ask yourself the same unanswered questions. I want you to wake up knowing that our son thinks you hung the moon. I want you to take note of how he looks for you first thing in the morning and smiles, arms wide when he sees you. I want you to cherish the little, squeaky voice that screams, “Hi dada!” I want you to watch him throw a ball and feel proud that you taught him that, and then throw it back at him and smile because your son won’t ever have to play catch by himself.
Spend the day watching baseball together. Play in the yard. Run down the hallway. Whatever you do, do it knowing that he couldn’t ask for a better daddy.
Do it knowing how proud I am of you for giving fatherhood your all.
Happy Father’s Day. We love you.
