Wednesday, March 9, 2011

daddy

There's no guide or rule book for the journey I'm about to embark on. Journey is a term I use loosely here, because this thing I'm about to do is something I've thought about since before I can remember. This post and the emotions it contains are about a subject I've alluded to in the past, but never had the right words or felt the right time to openly talk about. For the sake of full disclosure, I'm still unsure if this is the right time or forum, but here goes...

I've never met my biological father. Here I hesitate to use the word father, but by definition, that's what he is. When people close to me find out the dad I grew up with is not my biological father, they incorrectly assume, oh so he's your stepdad? Guarded and protective more-so for his well-being than my own, I bark back, no he's my real dad - just not a contributor to my stellar DNA.

I think we all knew the day would come where my curiosity and longing to meet the man that walked out on my mother and I 29 years ago would creep back into my life and cause the potential to break the heart of the only man that has ever stuck by my side through every trying moment of my twisted adolescence - the man who means the most to me in this world, my dad.

I remember the days of Jerry Springer when families would tearily be reunited on stage for the first time and all the happiness and emotion that came along with these talk show varieties. Even as a young girl when I imagined meeting my biological father, my dreams never went down that path. I was lucky enough to know from an early age, that no matter a man left me when I was young, another man stepped in when he didn't have to. But because he wanted to. And because it was God's plan for our lives.

Even at my highest possible level of anger and what I thought then was hate towards my dad, watching these shows and seeing girls run across stage with a barely audible sobbing "daddy" as they ran into their arms, never seemed fitting for me. I've yet to understand if this was all part of the talk show act or if these girls were really happy to find these strangers. Strangers -that's exactly what they are. These men that due to whatever circumstance had no ties to them other than a few genetic markers and perhaps an unlikely but potential kidney match.

I've thought about searching out my biological father more times than I can count and even started the process and mailed a few letters to what I hoped was his correct address years ago. Finding this man is not an essential piece of my happiness, as I can assure you I have lived and will continue to live a happy and fulfilling life with love from two supportive parents.

So when I do meet this man, and I hope for closure and the sake of understanding that it happens sooner rather than later, I'm not going to run to him with open arms calling anything other than his first name. I'm not going to cry or curse at him and tell him how walking out on me ruined my life. I'm going to ask for understanding, get to know him on whatever level I deem appropriate at the time, and then thank him. Thank him for walking away and allowing my mother to find true love. Thank him for walking away and letting me see what a long-lasting loving marriage looks like. Thank him for allowing this amazing man to let me call him daddy even when I wasn't deserving and didn't fully understand what that word meant.

While writing a blog post about such a personal and emotional topic may seem unorthodox to most, my dad and I have always had a special relationship. Delicate words and intimate moments are not so much our thing, but his feelings, his understanding and blessing of what I'm doing is of the utmost importance to me.

I want him to know, I need him to know that the word daddy is reserved for him and only him. That when the day comes to walk me down the aisle, there isn't even the slightest question or hesitation in my mind as to who will be by my side. My wish, my prayer tonight is that he is just as certain of those things as I am.

.jl.

4 comments:

Brandi Brown said...

I commend you for putting this out there. I too have never met my biological father. I lost my only sister in tragic accident and he didn't even show up for her funeral....but he had the audacity to send a plant!! A freakin' plant!!! If I ever had any inkling of meeting him one day, it went out the door after that. Unfortunately, I didn't have a solid father figure in my life which explained my resentment towards men as well as my need be independent for so many years. Once I became an adult everything made sense. Rather than hanging onto the anger, I realized I could learn and grow from it. Almost, six years ago I met an amazing guy that I am now engaged to. He is the man I feel was meant for me. He is an amazing father to his daughter and an incredible human being. So if anything, I guess I could thank my absent father for helping me find everything in a man that he isn't.

Jeff June said...

I am so proud of you for blogging about your Daddy. I'm touched for having read this. He is a great man and an awsome friend!

Dad said...

I'm so deeply touched by this Jayme. I am blessed to have you (and of course your mom) in my life. To know that you feel this way means the world to me. I am very proud and privileged to call you my daughter. I love you more than you know. Dad

Glenda said...

Wow~~ What a touching blog:) I want you to know that I also had a wonderful man/Dad in my life that wasn't my biological Dad, but he was in every way My Dad. I couldn't have imagined my life without him. He was my Dad and will always be. God rest his sole--I miss him very much and wish he was still here to love...... Enjoy your time with yours you never know when that day will come...... Thanks for making me cry:)
Cassie says hello and she misses you...... Love ya, Glenda