I called my dad the other day for our every other week check in. How's everything? How's the weather? How's the family? How's work? I'll talk to you later...
But this time he went into an impromptu speech. "Niesha I love you and I'm always here for you. You're doing the right thing and I can't wait to see where your path leads. You're my baby. I'm your father and your daddy." And right there was where I ran into a wall. It's so hard for me to believe what my father says. I really want to because I really feel like I've forgiven him. People say you can forgive but you shouldn't forget. But forgetting is tied to forgiving. How can I wipe his slate clean and start over if I remember everything?
A father and a daddy are two different things. A father is someone who takes time to raise, encourage and prepare a child for the world. Talk them through the bad times and wipe their tears away. A daddy is someone who brings a child into the world. I call my male parent daddy. Hopefully one day I'll feel comfortable calling him my father.
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