Between the birth of my first and the birth of my last child lie 10 years. Obviously some details have been left out – but the basic story is there. Yes, their stories are prejudiced against their fathers somewhat…but this is not their blog and it’s not about them. It’s about me and things as I see them.
I realize that there are some issues regarding fathers that I need to work out.
My brother was born when I was 2, and I was dropped. My father didn’t know what to do with a girl, so when he had a boy to play with, it was all over with for me. My mother saw her father in my brother (the resemblance really is uncanny) and so I was a witch to his blonde-haired blue-eyed angel.
I tell you this, dear reader, to explain that it really IS hard for me to understand why these men don’t want anything to do with their sons on a day to day basis. Or even acknowledge paternity. I may get over it, I may not. But at least I know about it, and knowledge is power.