So I don’t have a father. I mean, strictly speaking, I have a father. But honestly, sperm donor is a much more adequate description, though cliched. He physically left when I was about 3 years old, but from what I can tell, he’d really left a long time before then.
I saw him once, again, when I was 18. And I called him to tell him I was pregnant, with my third child. After that, nothing. He has said, in no uncertain terms, that he doesn’t give a rat’s ass if I’m alive or dead, something along the lines of, “You’re not my child.”
So I don’t have a father. Instead, I have a mother. She was it. She was my all in all. And, while she may have wobbled in some of the elements, she stuck the landing.
So this post is to say Happy Father’s Day to all the moms doing it alone. Happy Father’s Day to all the single moms struggling to raise their kids, make ends meet, and have a life. Happy Father’s Day to those amazing women who find a way to be both parents to their kids.
But most of all, Happy Father’s Day to my mom. You done good girl.