By: JANA GREENE
What kind of man volunteers
To raise another man’s child?
Takes them to their dentist visits.
Goes to parent-teacher conferences.
Feeds and clothes them until they are grown (and even after that.)
Not just for the responsibilities,
But also to experience the joys.
The milestones.
What kind of man actually shows up a each and every time?
To be a listening ear.
To give advice.
To put his needs after the needs
Of his wife and kids?
And to not look for one iota of glory for himself in doing so?
A man who would take on
Parenting two more children,
In the tenuous teenage years at that?
When the gauntlet was raised,
And the pedal hit the metal,
And the shit hit the fan,
And the stakes couldn’t be higher,
My husband was that man.
My husband is that man.
And I could not have chosen
A better “step”father for my girls,
But also
A better husband, life partner, friend.
Happy Father’s Day, My Beloved.
I know it was difficult,
But we raised three good human beings,
And like everything else,
We did it
Together.
There is no “step” about it, Baby.
And we all love you so.
Musings of a Gypsy Soul 