Single dads on Mothers Day
Every year for the past thirty years or so, my son has called me on Mothers Day to thank me. I raised my son, David, from a one year old until he went off to the Marine Corps.
In the late 1960′s, single dads were rare and services like daycare weren’t around yet. I had to invent how to raise a baby while at the same time just beginning my career right after college. I figured out a workable, daily plan and found a terrific woman with kids of her own to watch my son while I worked or traveled for work. I poured myself into my career and raising my son and there was little time left for anything else.
I loved him with all my heart and soul and wished only that he find the happiness in his youth that I never did. I coached his soccer and baseball teams, baked cookies for school functions, never missed a Parent/Teacher conference, and always knew where he was when he wasn’t at home.
The reward for the sacrificing was phenomenal. My son and I have a relationship that runs far deeper than I ever could have imagined. At 43, he is my hero now and I am grateful for the opportunity I had to bond with him.
My own experience with my father was dismal and violent. I didn’t learn any parenting skills from him except to be as unlike him as possible. The list of differences between me and my father as parents is long. I told my son I love him, regularly, since he was born. I tell him each time we speak how proud I am of his as a man. I am his best friend. I don’t judge him. I’m a good listener. I give him feedback only when he asks for it. I rarely talk about my life, preferring to ask about his.
There are many single dads now and I hope they recognize how special their relationships with their children are. If you’re a single dad and struggling with all that entails, take comfort from knowing that your sacrifice will be rewarded by your children’s success and happiness. And pat yourself on the back from time to time. You deserve it.

