As I settle into a routine of writing every morning with my WIP, my mind wanders a little less when I sit down to the keyboard and recall stories of days gone by. This morning was one of reflecting on certain women in my life who have stepped in where a mom would’ve been needed (I love you so much, Grams Delgado!). I owe so much to these women.
It got me thinking of the one person, though, who really stepped up and stays very much on the sidelines. The one person who was there for me in the middle of the night when I had nightmares growing up. The one person who drove an hour each way after work just to see me in the hospital when I went through chemo. The one person who comforted me when I would get teased by a certain bully in grade school for not having a mom. The one person who, when I was about 14, took me to the local drug store to pick out a shade of blush because I wasn’t a little girl anymore.
This, of course, is my dad.
Women get so many kudos for raising kids on their own (and rightfully so!), but let’s not forget the men of the world who do the same.
Now that I’m a parent, I see just how challenging being one can be. I realize the sacrifices one has to put forward for the little ones in their lives, and how they do it not because they have to but because of a love they never knew was possible.
So this goes out to my dad today. Thank you, Pop, for being not only being my father, but my mother…and over the years one of my very best friends. I’m who I am because of you and though things might have been bumpy at times, I wouldn’t change a thing.