Category Archives: Fatherhood

Never let you down

Me and the girls

She sits staring out the window

Watching for his truck to pull in the drive

He said he’d be here at 3:30

But now it’s fifteen after five

Her sister sits in her bedroom

Cuz she knows that he won’t show

Too many times left disappointed

She quit believing long ago

 

A girl needs a daddy

And he’s just never been

He hasn’t done what he said he’d do

Since I can’t remember when

But I’ll be right here waiting

So that when you come around

I’ll do everything a dad should do

And I’ll never let you down

 

Years have passed, he still ain’t here

So I’m your ride to the mall

I see you staring at your phone

To see if you missed his call

You tell me thanks and hop on out

I’ll just come back to pick you up

I whisper “I love you” under my breath

As you walk away from my truck

 

A girl needs a daddy

And he’s just never been

He hasn’t done what he said he’d do

Since I can’t remember when

But I’ll be right here waiting

So that when you come around

I’ll do everything a dad should do

And I’ll never let you down

 

The preacher says “Who gives this woman?”

My voice trembles, “her mother and I”

Next to me, your mother is sniffling

And you’re there all dressed in white

You kiss my cheek and tell me “Thank you”

And you whisper to me, “Don’t be sad”

I grit my teeth, fight back tears, and say

“Thanks for letting me be your dad”

 

A girl needs a daddy

And he’d just never been

He hadn’t done what he said he’d do

Since I can’t remember when

But I was right there waiting

And when you finally came around

I did everything I knew to do

I hope I didn’t let you down

Mom’s Spa Day

Some people are just born to be parents. They fall effortlessly into the parenting routine as though they’ve been doing it all of their lives. The feeding, burping, diaper changing, bathing, and getting these tiny people dressed in the itsy bitsy, impossible onesies with buttons, zippers and flaps out the wazoo can be unbelievably overwhelming. Yet some of these super-parents seem to perform these daily obstacles as easily as Mary Lou Retton doing a cartwheel. Continue reading Mom’s Spa Day