Unlike thousands who shared wonderful pictures of their fathers on Facebook over the weekend, I didn’t. Truth is: I don’t even have a photo of mine, much less, one of us together. During my sixth grade year, he drifted away and I’ve seen him only a handful of times since. By the way, this is not, I repeat, not, a “Woe is Me” post.
Instead of holding on to negative, resentful thoughts regarding the decades of Daddy’s absence, I chose to embrace the positive recollections that I do have. At first, that approach was a tough pill to swallow, akin to digesting a hand grenade. But, I’d lamented the situation years ago, and it just made the pain, more painful. Why would I continue to opt for that, I thought? So, now, when it comes to thinking about my father, I recall blissful moments like helping him construct a barbecue pit brick by brick, camping with the baseball team that he coached, chopping down Christmas trees in the woods and listening to Hank Williams records. And, of course, he did have a part in bringing me into this world.
In addition to those acknowledgements, his not being present also made me truly respect other relationships – some of whom were father or mentor figures – in my life. I’ve been blessed with a multitude of those people, to include teachers, bosses, neighbors, relatives and, most certainly, my mother. On Father’s Day, I thought not only about my biological dad, but those other men and women – some of whom are childless – who’ve made an impact in my journey.
In my psychic medium practice, I often have clients who are seeking resolutions to relationship issues, some of which involve parents. During those sessions, energy is directed to identifying the best route to advance a client’s growth potential.
Being estranged from a parent was challenging, but it also taught me valuable lessons. As a result, I’ve become a more grateful and robust human being. Call this a “Wow is Me” post.
Love and light,