Today, it begins...
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Four Fathers
I sometimes laugh at life's ironies.
There was a very colorful, crazy and admittedly, tiring period in my life, where most of the men who entered it (willingly or unwillingly is another topic altogether) left much to be desired. Or was it I desired them and they didn't desire me? Anyway... let's just say that it is quite safe to surmise that my bad streak of luck when it came to the male of the species is well-documented and witnessed by a bunch of friends. And thank God for these friends for they were the ones who cried with me, warned me, left me out in the cold when I didn't heed the warnings and took me in again and embraced me when I realized the sheer stupidity of my actions.
And thank God I am singing a different tune these days. For all the men in my life now are angels and have made my life so much richer. I have great, no, fantastic relationships and I'm not just talking about the romantic kind. I have a beautiful marriage, a strong bond with my only male sibling and I have two guardians who mean the world to me.
And they are all fathers.
So, today, the day where we honor the other half of our foundations, this is my twenty-one gun salute to these men who are my everyday heroes, my sources of inspiration and the reasons why my life's joys are brimming.
Bibi, thank you for giving me Christopher. I have an instant son whom I'm proud of and I am prouder to be called his stepmom. I cannot wait for us to have one (or two?) of our own. I love you.
Japot, I am proud of the kind of father you have become. Although it stings at little that at 28, you already have two and I have zero, thank you for giving me two of the most wonderful little girls any auntie can be proud of. I love you.
Daddy Freddy, I miss you everyday. Thank you for welcoming me with open arms to your family. I know the greatest honor I can give you is to love your son and I intend to do that all the days of my life. Save me a fried egg sandwich. We will be in Georgia soon. I love you.
Dad, thank you for allowing me to be the person I am destined to be. Thank you for allowing me to fall, for allowing me to fight for my sometimes questionable decisions and for staying on my side of the ring even if those decisions proved to be indeed, questionable. Thank you for your quiet pride, your humility and above all, for teaching me that in this life, all you need are a sense of humor, gratitude and kindness and if you have all those three, then you're going to turn out just fine. I love you next-time daddy. I love you, I love you, I love you.
To all my friends who are fathers or a father figure to someone, have that extra bottle of beer (or wine), that extra piece of pie, that extra scoop of ice cream, that extra slab of barbecue or whatever it is that places an extra inch of grin on your face. And we promise today, the kisses will be more heartfelt and the hugs will be a tad tighter than usual. God knows you all deserve it.
Happy Father's Day.
There was a very colorful, crazy and admittedly, tiring period in my life, where most of the men who entered it (willingly or unwillingly is another topic altogether) left much to be desired. Or was it I desired them and they didn't desire me? Anyway... let's just say that it is quite safe to surmise that my bad streak of luck when it came to the male of the species is well-documented and witnessed by a bunch of friends. And thank God for these friends for they were the ones who cried with me, warned me, left me out in the cold when I didn't heed the warnings and took me in again and embraced me when I realized the sheer stupidity of my actions.
And thank God I am singing a different tune these days. For all the men in my life now are angels and have made my life so much richer. I have great, no, fantastic relationships and I'm not just talking about the romantic kind. I have a beautiful marriage, a strong bond with my only male sibling and I have two guardians who mean the world to me.
And they are all fathers.
So, today, the day where we honor the other half of our foundations, this is my twenty-one gun salute to these men who are my everyday heroes, my sources of inspiration and the reasons why my life's joys are brimming.
Bibi, thank you for giving me Christopher. I have an instant son whom I'm proud of and I am prouder to be called his stepmom. I cannot wait for us to have one (or two?) of our own. I love you.
Japot, I am proud of the kind of father you have become. Although it stings at little that at 28, you already have two and I have zero, thank you for giving me two of the most wonderful little girls any auntie can be proud of. I love you.
Daddy Freddy, I miss you everyday. Thank you for welcoming me with open arms to your family. I know the greatest honor I can give you is to love your son and I intend to do that all the days of my life. Save me a fried egg sandwich. We will be in Georgia soon. I love you.
Dad, thank you for allowing me to be the person I am destined to be. Thank you for allowing me to fall, for allowing me to fight for my sometimes questionable decisions and for staying on my side of the ring even if those decisions proved to be indeed, questionable. Thank you for your quiet pride, your humility and above all, for teaching me that in this life, all you need are a sense of humor, gratitude and kindness and if you have all those three, then you're going to turn out just fine. I love you next-time daddy. I love you, I love you, I love you.
To all my friends who are fathers or a father figure to someone, have that extra bottle of beer (or wine), that extra piece of pie, that extra scoop of ice cream, that extra slab of barbecue or whatever it is that places an extra inch of grin on your face. And we promise today, the kisses will be more heartfelt and the hugs will be a tad tighter than usual. God knows you all deserve it.
Happy Father's Day.
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