
I asked my daughter if she invited her dad to her EAL finals for shot put and her nonchalant answer was "I told him NOT to come." "What?" I asked somewhat surprised at her answer. I mean, the answer I was looking for and expecting after years of asking was "He said he has to work" or the ever popular "maybe." Certainly, not that she asked him not to come.
Her answer to my why question left me feeling so many emotions, I could fill this endless blog space with words reflecting my seemingly unending sense of shock at the utter senselessness of her father. Her answer simply was "If I don't ask him to come, it won't hurt when he doesn't."
The logic of a 17 year old young lady who is making life decisions about her worth to the most important man in her life. The logic that tells her she is not the center of his universe as she should be. The logic that tells her it is better to ask for nothing and get all of it than to ask for something and get none of it.
I will never truly understand what it is that goes through an absent parents mind when they justify their absenteeism. To make matters worse, as she threw and won, he was sitting at his step-sons ball game. Empowering his step-son and giving him the support and presence she deserved and wants so badly.
Sitting at the dinner table later that night, EAL patch in hand and Facebook lit up with the well wishers who love us, we talked about family and choices. About the pain of losing the idea of what you thought being a daddy's girl would mean.
It is heartbreaking for this mother to witness the planting of seeds of worthlessness. I pray that I have the ability to counteract the messages that a father who doesn't participate sends subliminally with his absence. What type of husband does a child like this choose? What will she allow to be the make up of her relationships? Will she be a doormat hoping to gain the approval and interest of any man who shows her his favor? Or worse still, will she become a woman hell bent on breaking his heart before he can break hers?
A mother simply can't be a father. No amount of love, attention or showering of time and affection can replace the message young girls need to hear about their value from their father. I find myself in a morbid sense of envy for widows who at least have death to use as an excuse for the void. Our void is less than a mile. One cell phone call away. One or two hours of sitting in a chair cheering your champion on.
I wonder if her drive is to win the record, the title or if she feels that maybe, just maybe, if she is the cream of the crop her dad will think it and she is important enough to show up? No doubt he will soak up the compliments by uneducated people slapping him on the back for his daughter's win. Congratulating him on her success that he only knows about through the paper and has no first hand knowledge about. What it must feel like to know your child has these monumental milestones and all you have is the knowing that she never asked you to be there, because she had no faith that you would come.
Funny, she asked me to be there. Wonder what that means? If I look at her logic, it would seem that she knew I would move heaven and Earth to be by her side.






