Here’s to All the Step-Dads…….

I have always had the belief that I was blessed with two sets of parents. My mother and father divorced when I was four, and I never experienced anything other than a non-traditional family setting. Both my parents re-married and I spent the school months with my mother and step-dad, and summer months with my dad and step mom. I loved and respected my step-parents just like any other member of my family.

My father passed-away 13 years ago and I have written posts describing past memories I have had. But this father’s day post is dedicated to my step-dad. I must admit that I gained a greater appreciation for my step-dad after witnessing the birth of my own son. Since my step-dad doesn’t have any biological children of his own, I often wondered how he could love me like I love my own BJ.

When my step-dad married my mother, he offered to adopt me as his own son. My father refused to agree and wanted to continue to be a part of my life. Regardless of any child support my father would have paid, I still spent the majority of my childhood at the home of my step-dad, and MY STEP-DAD NEVER COMPLAINED

• He never complained about money, bills or finances
• He never spoke badly of my bio-dad
• He never treated me any less than his own son.

What he did do was this:

• Taught me how to fight, have a back-bone and stand up for myself
• Showed up to my school events, concerts, and father/son dinners
• Watched and played sports with me
• Loved me like his own son
• Bottom-line-He was there for me

Now back to the question. How could my step-dad love me the way I love my own son? After a few years I finally found the answer; it didn’t matter. What matters is that he was the father-figure in my father’s absence. If I acted up, he straightened me out. If I needed a spanking, he got out the belt. If I stayed out late past curfew, he put me on punishment. My step-dad was/is/always will be a vital part of my development into manhood. So my hat’s off to you step-dad, and to all the step-dads that do the impossible.

It takes a HELL of a man to take another man’s seed, and grow it as his own.

It takes a HELL of a man to take another man’s seed, and grow it as his own.

It takes a HELL of a man to take another man’s seed, and grow it as his own.

Happy Father’s Day