I am a single parent and the sole caretaker for my four children. But I am not their father.
There are some who would wish me, or other single mothers, Happy Father’s Day on the third Sunday in June. I want to be clear, I do not take that adversely, in fact, I take it as a compliment. But I am not my children’s father.
I am a mother. I am the lone parent. I am the only name on the Emergency Contact line. I alone put to bed, provide, comfort and guide my children. But I am not their father.
But my children are not fatherless.
For over three years I prayed everyday that God would be a father to my children. And He has.
For over three years my father, my children’s grandfather, has been in my daughters’ lives every single day. He has never stopped being a parent to me and through him, my children see what a father should be.
This post was originally published on June 16, 2014. (Still true, though…)
Clothed with Joy 