Today is Father’s Day. It’s a day which has always meant something different to me than most people. Father’s Day for me was always a day to remember something I never had. It has been a day to remember being abandoned. A day where it was always made clear to me I had a father who did not want to share in my life.
Well, this Father’s Day is about something else.
Early Sunday afternoon, probably on the deck at my parents home, I’ll be telling my extended family about my girlfriend’s pregnancy. I hate talking about myself in front of people. Especially when I know there’ll be a whole lot of judging going on. But it has to be done, and doing it on this day makes sense.
So what I’m going to do is stand up, ask for everyone’s attention, and I’m going to say “Today is my last Father’s Day as a spectator. I’m very proud to say [my girlfriend] and I are having a baby.” Maybe some other stuff as well, but I figure that’ll be as much as I can remember.
Then I sit back and plan how I’ll respond on Father’s Day in eighteen years when my incredibly successful daughter hands me the keys to my new Ducati 1098 R Bayliss LE Superbike, and says “Happy Father’s Day… dad.”
Ah, to dream. 😀
Happy Father’s Day Gabe.
Happy Father’s Day!
Welcome to the club.
happy father’s day daddy…you ain’t no spectator…you got a baby in the oven…it’s happening!
Thanks everybody… it went really well. My maternal grandmother kept quiet, which was definitely for the best, but my grandfather gave my girlfriend a big hug, my little brother congratulated us and my step-grandmother was very pleased.
So my girlfriend feels much better now knowing my family is going to be supportive. She and my mom had a couple of conversations about the pregnancy, and the grandmothers pitched in a few ideas as well. I felt nervous as hell when I made my little speech, but overall it was a pretty good day.
You’ll be too old for a motorcycle…. As someone who is younger and better looking….. I’ll drive it… You can watch. Can’t wait to read your blog posts on diaper changing.
Blessings to you all!
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