As a young girl, she pondered her purpose.
Questioned the tragic event of her birth.
Where did her dad go?
To be exact, he was at the bar when she fell from her mother’s womb.
One year later, he left and never returned.
She has always been grieved by his absence, but never angry.
Not at him anyway.
Her resentment toward her mother, however, grew more with each passing day.
The facade of her mother lit a spark inside of her.
How long can a mother tell a lie?
How long can a woman pretend a bad man is a good man?
Her daughter grew up in a warped fairy tale with false expectations.
Good or bad is irrelevant.
For it is honesty that is worth comfort in a child’s eyes.
She knows this from her own experience now.
This little girl is grown and now has two children.
Two children whose father has disappeared.
The circumstances are different of course.
But fatherless is fatherless.
These children shine because their mother never lied.
They will not grow up resenting their mother for painting a pretty picture of smoke screens.
Their father is not a bad man, but he chose bad things.
They know this.
There will be no surprise.
The inevitable disappointments will hurt, but knock them down with less force.
They will be strong, independent individuals who know reality from a dream.
Their mother grew up riding her bike up and down the alley anticipating every car turning the corner just might be her dad.
She was disappointed. Her disappointment turned into a life of pain and depression.
And a relationship with her mother she would rather forget.
She learned from her mother what not to do.
She loves her kids so much that she will not lie, no matter how bad the truth.
There is no shame in the truth.
There is no shame in authentc love.