I have to admit I did have the moment I wondered if I might, at the perfect magical beautiful wedding last weekend
As my date kept getting – you must be such a proud dad after my children sang at the ceremony and reception and we kept saying- “He is not the father” and pictures were taken of us and then – hey, lets get one with the dad and we kept pointing out- ‘Ummm, he is not the dad”
We laughed about it and had fun with it.
But it underlined that thing I thought it might.
I am not with their dad at any of these big life things. I am on a date. Or alone.
It is not that I wish I was with their dad- it was, though, a little bit of wishing I could have begun all over again and chosen a mate for life- like some of those animals who get it right the first time.
To sit and witness hope and love as pure as it is at a wedding of two young people in love, made me revisit some feelings I had pushed down. Or taken to the curb. Or the dump. Or the incinerator.
I never chose to correct the comments about my partner new husband being their dad. My son used to correct people nicely and I know my daughter wanted to. As time went on, it became the norm and I could tell that thy cut ally liked it and wished their step dad was. I’m very lucky!