What is a Dad?
It would be easy for me to list the things I know about being a Dad from my own father; he was perfect in my eyes. If something needed to be done, and it was within his power to do it, he did it. He isn't the kind who was vocal about saying "I love you", but you knew by his actions. There was never a doubt that my Dad would be there for me, in good times and bad.
What is NOT a Dad?
I could go on a rant for hours about my ex-husband and how he treats his son. I don't know the details, but what I do know is that he drove up from Tucson to attend a Cardinals game here in town Did he call? visit? offer Bri a ticket to come along? Nope. None of the above. He's vocal when he thinks Bri isn't living up to his potential, but that's all it is: words.
It isn't the first time, won't be the last. But it breaks my heart that my son has to live through those "circumstances" when all any of us really need is to know that we're loved.
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