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Mothers as Fathers

 
Yesterday, I wished my mother a Happy Father's Day.  We laughed about it but, in truth, Mom had to be both a mother and a father.  My own father passed away suddenly when I was two years old.  Mom never remarried and so each year, when Father's Day comes around, I think of how she had to do it all.  Overnight she had to go back to work when all she ever wanted was to stay at home and mother her two little girls.   

Losing my Father was never very sad for me.  I was simply too young to remember anything about him.  Years later, as I look at my own two year old, tromping on the beach with his daddy in tow, the loss is finally tangible.  I had no fishing trips, no camp-outs, no games of basketball in the driveway.  Missing out on these things brings me no regret.  But thinking of my mother, widowed at age 32, never sharing the joys of parenting with the father of her daughters, never having someone hold her hand at night, that is what makes me miss my Dad most of all.  

But being a mother and a father makes a woman strong.  One of the gifts of my childhood was seeing my mother's success in the workplace, her ability to juggle home and work, and to demonstrate for her daughters that a woman can do whatever she must do.  

Happy Father's Day Mom.  You are the best Dad a girl could have!



family walk in the morning
late sunsets
movie popcorn
hydrangeas in the mail
rainy afternoon naps
 tiny one behaving in church
 sharing my Moe's Joey Bag of Donuts with two hungry sons
time to think
Celtic music on Pandora
Rory Mcilroy role model
father's day family fun
my earthly mother
my heavenly fathers 


 

 
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  1. This is so touching, Misty. God bless you and your mother.

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  2. I'm sorry about the loss of your father. Three cheers to your wonderful mom! She sounds like quite a lady!!

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  3. :) I love your blog. I always tell my momma happy father's day. I completely agree that being a mom & dad makes a woman strong. seeing my mom work so hard for my sisters and i has been an incredible life lesson, it has helped me become the person I am today.

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  4. How sweet Misty! What a blessing to have such a strong mother! Such an incredible gift. Love movie popcorn. Time to think... what a gift... one that is often overlooked! :)

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  5. What a great way to honor your mom ... and all those mom's who "man up" everyday in the absence of dad. Thank you.

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