~It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
I know I am lucky to have good dad, a great dad. One who listened to me, occasionally bragged about me, and insisted on picking me up at midnight wherever I was. One who still loved me even as a crazed and sometimes hateful teenager. One who worked hard and still found time to do my homework with me. One who loved my mom and who still loves my mom.
This is in spite of having a father who was never there for him. One who left when my father was a baby. My dad never spoke ill of his father, never was bitter at all. He had a grandfather and uncle who stepped in and loved him greatly, giving him all the role model he ever needed. It really was his father's loss to not know my dad and what a great person he was, is and will continue to be.
This is really the first generation of fathers who are not the sole wage earners and are able to actively participate in raising their chldren. I think as women we're pretty hard on our partners sometimes. We expect equal distribution of tasks and chores. Ultimately, this is what it should be. But most of these guys weren't taught this growing up and they didn't have this example either.
I see my father-in-law and how happy it makes him to spend time with his grand-children. Time he did not have, or did not make, for his own children.
I am thankful to see them with their Opa making things in the workshop, and planting in the garden. He was not a present dad or husband in his younger years. He is an amazing grandpa. He realizes what he missed and is making up for lost time.
My children are also lucky to have a dad who is crazy about them.
He wrestles with them, builds snowmen, takes bike rides, reads them stories. He was unsure about being a dad until the moment she was born. Everything changed for him that day. He suffered with me when a miscarriage came next and was worried from the moment he found out I was pregnant with twins. I am lucky. They are lucky.
I know not everyone had a dad who was there for them, who was loving towards them, or who was there at all. Today I am thankful for the dads in my life.