Love, your Dad

My boys got a Christmas card from their father the other day.

It was signed Love, your Dad.

It's funny how strange those words looked to me, for long ago we never associated the word "dad" with our family. Dad has really never been in their lives and now after 24 years is trying to make an attempt at it.

All these years "dad" has just been a word that we spoke about, but with no feelings or emotional attachment to it. Until Paul came into our lives, there was no "dad" --just the three of us. For the longest time I was both parents.

Now after all this time there is a "dad" trying to come back into their lives. I listen to them as they each tell me their feelings about him. I don't interject my own thoughts -- I just hear them out. It's amazing what they tell me.

I am so lucky to have them and I feel very selfish over having to share them with him. I am the one that has been there for everything. Not him.

But I guess in the end, it's their decision.

But so far I'm winning.