They met after I went off to college. My mom called me to ask about dating rules. Her nervous giggles. I knew she had found love. It made me nervous. It had always just been my mom and me. I knew this would change things. I just never knew how...
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He is a scholar.
He is a friend.
He makes armor.
He loves my mom.
He loves my family.
He is my father.
He is not the biological one, but the one present in my life.
He is the one that opened his home to my family when we needed it most.
He is the one that shares creative space, encouragement, and optimism with me.
He is the one whose eyes light up at the sight of my son, his grandson.
He is all the things you would expect a father to be.
He always has the time and energy to listen.
He sees me for all that I am and loves me for it.
He is my father and I know he always will be.
When we focus our energy analyzing what we don't have, when we spend our energy resisting reality, we miss the beauty that lies right in front of our eyes. I am so very grateful for the love of my step-father, he has made my life more beautiful, more meaningful, and more special than I could have every imagined.
To trusting that we are supported by the universe, that we have all we need for our souls to be healed.
Have you ever focused so much on the larger more negative thing, only to find that you already have what you want?
Other readings, you might find useful in understanding the whole story...
The story behind my biological father...at Parent Free By Choice.
My own processing of the relationship with my bio-father...Do I Save It, Just In Case