Today is my father’s birthday.
With all of his faults – and he had many – he was my father.
It wasn’t until I could see him without the ‘fantasy father’ filter our society instills that I could forgive him.
Forgive him for hurting me emotionally, and physically,
And yes – those wounds go deep. Parental hurt is the worst kind.
Rising above my own parenting took at least 40 years.
I hope Matt and Ryan will one day forgive me for their parental wounds – and I hope it doesn’t take them 40 years.
Happy Birthday, Dad.