He’s not your real father. So don’t expect him to care. She’s not your real kid so don’t expect her to love you. Step-kids aren’t really kids. And Step-parents are just playing a game that they can stop at any time.
But my Papa loves me. He shows me everyday and has always got my back.
Years ago, Papa made a choice to be a father to my siblings and myself. He didn’t have to do it as I have said many times before, but he did and we are a stronger family for it. My sister and I needed him in more ways than we can count.
Our birth father is a good man, just not an emotional one. He loves us in his own way. Sometimes however that way is toxic to his children who want love without judgment and strings. Believe when I tell you that your kids need your love more than anything else. They need to show them how to love, how to maintain healthy relationships and how to stick with it. They also need forgiveness and second and third chances. They need to be told no a times as well.
I know my birth father loves me and is proud of me, but there is a seed of doubt in me when it comes to accepting that it is real.
With my Papa, there is no doubt. None at all.
Last night, I was blessed to be able to take my parents out to dinner for Papa’s birthday which was earlier this week. It was a new level of adulthood, paying for their dinner without them fretting at me. Momma told me how proud he was of what I wrote on Tuesday and that he was going to take a copy of it to the family reunion. Some of our northern family has told him that stepchildren aren’t real kids. They have even gone so far as to tell my Papa that we will abandon him if something happens to Momma.
My sister and I aren’t going anywhere. His grandkids, his grandkids, will not abandon him. He is family and he has made us a strong family by supporting us, guiding us and loving us unconditionally.
It is sad that some people have to hate on the happiness of others. I know that our family is unique and not every blended family is like ours, but we work and we are happy. In the end, isn’t that all that should matter.