It’s Father’s Day in the states which brings up a lot of mixed emotions for me this time round - and it’s not just pregnancy hormones. On the one hand, I’ve got an amazing husband, the father to my babies, the man who redefined what being a dad meant to me - consistency, steadfastness, unconditional support. And on the other… I miss my dad. Take ownership and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
Dad. It’s a word that packs a lot of meaning. Ask ten people and you’ll get ten different answers. For me “dad” means parks, BELIEF, addiction, shame, money, entrepreneurs, possibility, Faith, challenge, change, pain, joy, pride, hope, county fairs, success, failure, sacrifice, police cars, alcohol, screaming matches, forgiveness dolls, provider, numbing, generosity, escapism, creativity, potential. I grew up with an addict. It felt like I had four dads. And yet, amidst all the multiple personalities and transformations my dad has undergone, he’s managed to grow a business from measly to multi-million dollars a year with my mom. When I called halfway houses back in 2016, they were shocked that he could be such a high-functioning addict. “Truly remarkable!” one woman said.
