I am my fathers daughter

My father for a long time was not my favourite man. It seems  as “divorced children” when we are younger we are very judgemental of the way in which our parents handle their relationsip with each other. To me it was all black and white, daddy was the A-hole who treated mama bad and left her to look after me all by herself, hassling to make ends meet while he did the rounds with the fast cars, young chics and spent his money on everything except his family.  Granted, he tried his best to get close to me but I had chosen my side already – like any half sane kid I sided with mom, after all she put food on the table, taught me to pray and stayed up at night when I fell sick.

Many years later now, my moral radar aint as strict I guess. Things aint as black and white for me. Being a divorcee and single mom myself I realise I dont hate the man that is my biological father as much. I have been there, got the t-shirts I KNOW- love is complicated!!!!!!!!! He had issues with Ma not with me. So be it!

Its just a  pity I wasted so many years hating on him instead of just basking in his love and learning everything he had to teach me. I recall the synonym games, he taught me my english. I recall the photography lessons, the walks, the sightseeing, the career guidance, the cooking lessons. I recall many many of the things we did together that I never appreciated. And now that my own daughter is likely to grow up without her biological father, I cherish that much more the hours that me and mine spent together.

So this one is for the man that sired me, in thanks for everthing he put in for me to be the woman that I am today. And to every “divorced child”, let their issues be theirs, your role is simple  – love and let love… We have just one life to live. We should make no apologies.

Dedication for Dad and all the fathers out there who love their children even if they are not with them evry day, “My Fathers Son” by Joshua Kadison. I aint a son, but the song says it for me…. I am proud to say I am my fathers daughter! THERE I SAID IT, lol

 

“The moon ain’t made of cheese,” you’d say “

So find your own truths along the way”

But Santa Claus in his magic sleigh

Had to be you in the rain that day

 
And the Super Heroes on TV Saturday we’d pretend to be

You’d say, “Boys, well, it seems to me

You’re the best heroes this world will ever see

You’re the best heroes this world will ever see

 

CHORUS*
And after all’s been said and done And my battles for independence won

I’m proud to say that I’m my father’s son

After all’s been said and done

And my battles for independence won

Hear me you old sly son-of-a-gun

I’m proud to say that I’m my father’s son

 
A fool thinks he ain’t bought and sold

Cause every man sells a bit of his soul

To bring his family home some gold

Before he knows he’s gotten old
Your boys are not baseball stars

You never got that fleet of fancy cars

And Mama left you for the distant stars

But you never showed your battle scars

You never did like to show your battle scars
Chorus*
You made mistakes but you made ‘em well

You got up each time you fell

You paid your price and you lived some hell

But didn’t it make for tales to tell
We learned to laugh, we learned to bend

We learned the lessons never end

And I’m the luckiest fool who’s been

To be your son and to get to call you friend

To get to be your son and to call you my best friend
And after all’s been said and done

And my battles for independence won

I’m proud to say that I’m my father’s son