I posted Friday about my kid's dad. Now I'd like to tell you about my Dads. Yes, plural. Not that unusal. My Mom and Biological Dad (aka "Bio Dad") divorced when I was 8 years old. She met my 'Brit Dad' when I was 11 (He was from England). What a lucky, lucky girl I was...I have always been a Daddy's girl and having two, well, let's just say I never wanted for much.
I spent a lot of time with my Bio Dad as a young child. I would watch him work in his workshop (make stained glass, build things with wood, work on cars, etc) acting as his little assistant. I would curl up in his lap and watch CHiPS while snacking on Peanut Butter and Jelly on saltine crackers. I remember having nightmares in the middle of the night and he would come in and read to me from the Bible until I fell asleep. We were very close.
Then came my 3rd Grade year. Mom and Bio Dad divorced. My world changed. I saw my Dad every other weekend when he would take me and my brother to my Grandmother's house. He began dating my now stepmother, who had 3 young girls of her own to raise. Bio Dad is a huge hearted man. These girls didn't have much of a Dad and mine felt they needed him, somewhat more than we did. It was a pretty rough time in my childhood. A therapist actually told my Mom that I would forever have trouble with men because of my relationship with my father...what a guilt trip they laid on her!
Mom met Brit Dad when I was 11. I still remember the first time I saw him. He drove a very cool sports car and was showing the house across the street (they were both in real estate together). He was so nice! Brit Dad invited us all over to his house where he cooked for us, it was so yummy! He even had a pet rabbit, how cool was that to an 11 year old girl?? Mind you, this was a 'gift' from his ex-wife, not a pet of his choosing.
When I was sandwiched between a dump truck and 18 wheeler on the interstate in a bad car accident he is the one I called. I still remember him following the ambulance up the side of the interstate. When someone tried to cut him off, thinking he was just chasing the ambulance, he yelled out the window, "that is my f**ing daughter up there" they quickly moved out of his way.
Bio Dad was there during this awful time. He was at the visitation and funeral to support me while my Step Mom watched my youngest children. Bio Dad is here anytime I need him. All I have to do is pick up my phone and call him and he is on his way, even though it's an hour and a half between our houses. Bio Dad treats my husband like a son and teaches him so much. He and I seem to have some sort of connection. All I need to do is think about him for a little while and inevitably my phone will ring.
I now have a hole in my heart that I don't know how to fill. However I am very grateful for the time I had with Brit Dad and very fortunate to have been lucky enough to have had two Dads most of my life.