I wake up and see her, she’s so close, yet so far it’s frustrating.
She knows what she wants, even if at times it seems like she’ll never achieve it.
She tries hard to fulfill it, but her disatisfaction is so loud it’s resounding.
One problem, two problems, three problems, four , when will she be happy with what she’s got?
I’ve become obsessed with the woman I am suppose to be.
The woman I believe, she needs to be.
I wake up and see her, she’s so close, yet so far it’s obstruct.
She’s the reason behind everything I do, she’s the reason I’ve yet to give up.
My actions are carefully conducted, with that familiar face in mind.
I won’t stop until I’m her.
“When a father walks out on his daughter he takes a piece of her soul with him.” Iyanla Vanzant
I have to admit when I was a kid not having a father was hard. I remember not understanding why I couldn’t be a “daddy’s girl/princess” like the rest of my friends. I use to wonder what would happen when the moment came that I would get married to my “Prince Charming?”
Who would walk me down the aisle?
I hated fathers day because that meant making some kind of arts and craft decoration and when it came to speaking up about who we were going to give it to…
I’d lie and say “my uncle….”and as I walked out of class I’d just throw it away.
I will never forget an incident in the 4th grade when I threw away this box thing we had made and my class mate caught me and asked
“Kelsey your box was the best one? I thought you were going to give it to your uncle who has been like a dad to you? Let me guess you don’t know who your dad is do you? Don’t feel bad I know this girl who doesn’t know who her dad is because her mom use to go out a lot TOO and got pregnant very young…”
In that moment I don’t know what was hotter my burning red face or my sweater that was making me sweat…
I said to her “Too? I don’t know what your talking about but I DO know who my dad is but, I just happen to have a pretty awesome mom who left him because he was mean to her…”
I couldn’t believe what this girl had just said to me!?
I mean I was only 9 years old but I knew exactly what kind of woman was a woman who “had a lot of fun” and didn’t know who the father of her child was…
and that was NOT the case for my mom at all!
After that incident I really grew up…
Although the arts and crafts activities wouldn’t follow me to middle school, I was finally proud of not having a dad.
I was glad I didn’t have to celebrate fathers day for someone who didn’t deserve it, and I might have only been 9 but in that moment I knew exactly who would walk me down the aisle someday…
and that ladies and gentlemen was and will be my Mother.
Even though my father has made his way back into the lives of my sister and I a couple of times, god knows even if we tried to let him in… it would be a very bad idea.
I mean we have actually tried but it never turns out pretty…
An open letter to my absent father…
I don’t hate you, although you have done and said some pretty crucial things to me, I don’t hate you.
I don’t hate you because if it wasn’t for your involvment with my mother…
I wouldn’t be here today,
for that I thank you.
You know when I was a kid I missed you, I don’t know what I missed but, I know that I missed you, the “dad” I never had. I missed someone to comb my hair before I went to bed, or read me a bed time story. Someone to chase the boys away and tell me that no guy would ever be good enough for his baby girl.
However, what I wanted more than anything in this world…
was a hug.
I dreamed of that moment where I would find you, and you would wrap your arms around me and tell me; “Honey, I missed you.”
When you finally contacted us, I’ll never forget that moment!
It was like Michelle and I had just been told we won the lottery!
We were nervous, and scared, but very excited to meet you.
I know she also couldn’t sleep the night before and I’m sure she was also wondering what you would be like?
If you would be happy to see us?
I expected a sweet man with a BIG present (not that the material things mattered but its just what I imagined), and a man so excited to see us that he’d tell us; “Sit down and tell me everything about you? What do you want to be when you grow up? Whats your favorite food? Whats your favorite color?”
But you were nothing like I/we imagined…
and a part of me is sad and disappointed I ever let you in my life…
I mean at least if I would have never “re met” you…
I could have just forever imagined that you were a wonderful, and loving dad who missed us.
But, the other part of me is glad I got to meet the real you.
I got to know your true colors and you got to set the perfect example of everything I don’t want to be…
or of the kind of future husband I pray I dont choose…
So the truth I really don’t hate you even if you’ve said to me;
“The day you die I am going to thank god for it!”
I just feel sorry for you, and I pray that someday before you must leave this earth that you ask god for forgiveness and that you may find peace in your heart.
I pray for you always Frank, and that the day you are gone may your soul be able to rest in peace.
Good luck “dad”…
Incase you care my favorite colors have always been yellow, pink, and white.
My favorite food is Italian, Asian and Mexican.
I want to be a forensic psychologist or a marriage and family therapist when I “grow up”.