I had planned on having this blog post written and published long before now. Last Sunday, it was Father’s Day in New Zealand.
No, I didn’t forget. If anything, I was a little early for the event. My father was going to Hawaii on Friday, so I wished him a safe flight and ‘Happy Father’s Day!’ before he was due to get on the plane. Daughter of The Year Award, come at me 😉
However, this post isn’t just for him. (Sorry, Dad).
This post is for all the fathers.
This post is for the fathers who are still an active participant in their children’s lives.
This post is for the step-fathers who accept their partner’s children as their own.
This post is for the boyfriends who act as a parent on occasion.
This post is for the grandparents, the brothers, and the uncles who take on a ‘father’ role when they look after younger family members.
This post is for the people who have partners (or ex-partners) that are pregnant now.
I was halfway to Sandfly Bay in Dunedin when I realised that I have another person to think about on Father’s Day now. It was another one of those holy hell, I’m going to be a parent moments. I wasn’t really thinking about myself though. I mean, I’m not the only one who is going to become a parent in February. I spent the rest of the afternoon sending out good vibes to the universe. Just please, please, please let everything be okay and everything will be okay vibes.
I’ve been trying to think of one moment regarding my father and step-father that has meant the most to me. I’m struggling because there are just so many.
A while ago, I told my father that I was pregnant. After the initial shock wore off, he was really, really good. He actually said that I could call him whenever I wanted if I needed to talk to him about anything. That really meant a lot to me. I don’t really know how to describe it.
A few years before that, my car got totalled. My step-father jumped into action. He and my mum were at my house within four hours, which is quite a feat. They picked up my totalled car, took it back, and I had a new car within a week. He was the same when I announced my pregnancy. He’s just there if you need him, and that is great.
Ultimately, I just wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for being there. Heck, thank you for being there, even when you weren’t physically there. Thank you for being a person that someone can count on. Thank you for putting someone else’s happiness above and beyond your own. Thank you for supporting every single (sometimes insane) thing we have wanted to do. Thank you for not openly questioning our occasionally very questionable life choices. Thank you for springing into action every time we have needed you.
And, thank you for loving our mother.