I have to shield myself from Facebook on this day. The plethora of “Oh I love my dad” and “Oh how I miss my dad in heaven” posters will only make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I cringe. Hardcore.
Oh and then there’s also the slew of Pinterest pins for “the greatest dad in the world”. It’s needles in my eyes. Mother’s Day is pretty much the same thing.
Before I start, don’t get me wrong. I’m really glad that some people had great dads. Really I am. Good on you. All of you. And please don’t feel sorry for me (or the children just like me) who didn’t have “dads of the year”. I’m over it. Really.
Not all of us were that blessed. I, for one, definitely wasn’t. I honestly can’t remember a time when I ever liked my father.
I’ll give him a wee bit of credit though. My dad was a hard working man and he provided very well for his family. We never wanted for anything, except maybe some love. I didn’t think that’s too much to ask (I think my dad was 83 when he finally told me he loved me, albeit in his dementia state, and only because he needed me).
I was raised by a narcissistic mother and an ignorant father. They were both mean and cruel. And totally loveless. In their defense, I honestly believe they had no clue how to show love to or raise children. They raised us the only way they knew how. Abusive, cold, demanding and put the fear of Jesus Christ in their kids.
They did that well.
But I don’t want to go on and on about how much I hated my father. He’s dead, thank God (and OH how I thanked Him when he finally died). If you really want to know how I felt about him you can read this post here.
Instead I want to give a shout out to all the peeps who don’t celebrate Father’s Day like the rest of the world, for whatever reason you have.
I want to shout out to all the peeps who weren’t raised by loving dads (or moms for that matter).
I want to shout out to all of us who, on this day, honour ourselves instead.
Honour ourselves for the loving beautiful human beings that we are.
Honour ourselves and our existence, thanx to our parents (they got that part right).
Take this day to love who you are, forgive the hurt, embrace your awesomeness and remember how much you matter, not despite your past but because of your past.
I don’t honour my dad on Father’s Day, I honour myself. I honour my strength in forgiving my parents.
So, here’s to me and the rest of you, like me, who don’t celebrate Father’s/Mother’s Day. Here’s to all of us who can show the world that despite being raised wrong, we can hold our heads up high and have confidence in knowing that we are precious and beautiful children.
Happy Us Day!
xo iva xo