Posted by: cck | June 19, 2011


Gah!  I talk entirely too much about my family of origin.  I think, when babies are born, they are given two families: their family of origin and the family they choose.  For most folks, it’s a smaller circle – redundant almost.  For me, the two groups are pretty separate and distinct.  And that’s not necessarily a bad thing.  I’m lucky that there are so many people that mean so much to me – and in so many different ways.

A friend asked if I disliked Mother’s and/or Father’s Day because I no longer speak to my parents.  Quite honestly, the answer is no.  I miss my Dad on certain days and I miss my Mom on certain days — but rarely are they on the manufactured honor days.  But it’s like missing someone long dead — the people my parents are (or some could argue, the people they became) are not people I know.  It makes it easier to have a before and after.

It’s Father’s Day, and I can’t help but think how my husband will be a father… how he will face the challenges, rejoice in the good times and help form the people God lends to us for safekeeping.  He’s going to be a great dad – he’s never going to give up.  I love him for being a father already.  I can’t wait to make that a reality.


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