I may have started the morning off a little snarky. I may have farted around on the computer a little longer than I meant to and woke all four boys with a bit more urgency in my voice than intended. I may have said, somewhat unlovingly, "Sean, we have to leave for church in thirty minutes." on my way to the shower that he may have needed to use. I may have replied a bit unlovingly when he asked where his coffee was, reminding me that he had coffee and breakfast made on Mother's Day. I may have called today a Hallmark holiday and thrown in an, "Oh puhleeze!" or two.
About three minutes in to the church service today, I had to take a big gulp of conviction.
I take for granted that my kiddos have a dad. It breaks my heart that that is not the norm. In my opinion, the breakdown of any society starts with the breakdown of the family. Not to stereotype, but a family is usually broken down by the father. I get that there are exceptions, but for the most part, you hear about dead beat dads, not moms.
It's not natural for a mother to abandon her children, but it almost seems accepted when a father does.
I appreciate that I had a dad that raised me. I love that I can celebrate my father as my dad on this day. I believe there is a difference in those two words: father and dad. It is truly a celebration when one man embodies both roles.
I thank GOD I found a man that does.