My dad left when I was two. I remember him calling one time and he said, tell your mom it's "Tom". I don't even know if he considers himself my dad. Kind of crazy to think, but it happens. I see my friend's babies and have this emmense love for them I could not imagine just pretending they don't exist-and they aren't even my kids!!! I used to cry myself to sleep praying God would send my dad back. Begging him. After awhile, I knew it was a worthless cause and I kind of gave up. I gave up that God would answer this prayer, or that the answer was no.
My mom didn't date much when I was growing up. She did meet this guy and dated him when I was about 11. It was a horrible relationship. Very disfunctional. I will not go into it in honor of my mom, but it is part of the reason we've both needed some counseling. Luckily, my mom went to a counseling retreat in Colorado Springs when I was 12 years old. (My aunt and cousins lived out there and I stayed with them.) While walking through the airport my mom told me she met someone... oh man, here we go again, I thought. But I was wrong.
Less than a year later, they were married and we uprooted from Milwaukee, Wisconsin to Meridian, Idaho. The first couple years were hard to say the least. Learning to live with a guy, share my mom, make new friends, be 13-15 in general, ugh, tough years! But, we made it through. I am now blessed with the most amazing father. God did answer my prayer. A little later than I expected, but with a better father than I even asked for. Steve paid for my college, calls me all the time to see how I am doing, gives me advice, and loves me unconditionally.
I can't express how lucky I am. I am so glad I know what to look for in a husband/father now. I didn't have that model growing up. I want my kids to have a dad from birth. I hope to find someone who loves on the same level as Steve does. Ask anyone who knows him and they will tell you how great he is. He really just cares for other people. I am so grateful he is my dad.
