I Knew One Day ......

My granddaughter is turning 16 this year.  And while I was dreading this moment for her, I've realized that it was bound to happen.  She's been asking questions about "her real dad".  She decided to ask me, because her mom hasn't been too forthcoming with information.  Of course, I got permission from her mom to talk with her about this man.  All these years, we've just referred to him as a sperm donor.  Because he hasn't ever been interested in her or to be a part of her life. 

It's weird to go back so many years and try to recall all the why's and what-happened's. 
But I'm trying to find a way to make it both interesting and truthful.  The first thing I told her is that I'll only call him by his name.  In no way has he ever been a "dad" to her.  I'm also reassuring her that this man is not "the other half" of her; that who we are comes from the people who have loved us, nurtured and cared for us as we're growing up.  A dad is someone who loves unconditionally and is a part of their child's life. 

It sure isn't easy dredging up all the
old thoughts, but my granddaughter
is worth it,
so it needs to be done.

Wish me luck!