Who's your daddy?

So yesterday was Father's Day. I don't talk to my dad. I've only seen him a couple times over the last 12 years or so, but pretty much just waves from across a room at a funeral or at my brother's college graduation. I have mourned him not being in my life and about 99% of the time am fine with it. We are very different people. To me.. he is someone that unless you're just like him, he can't relate to you and if he can't relate to you, then there's no point of you being in his life. He was the kindof dad.. that to him being a good dad pretty much just meant keeping a roof over your head. And don't get me wrong, that's a good thing, but there's a lot more to being a dad than just that.

Being in Collections, I speak to a wide array of people. Many of the people I talk to are on welfare, have never worked a day in their life, live in government housing, etc.. It never ceases to amaze me though that all that being said, they also typically have multiple children. While I wouldn't go as far as to say it's the "norm".. you would be amazed how many of these people pop out one baby after another, annoyed that they have another mouth to feed and more diapers to change. To these people, a baby isn't something to celebrate it's an inconvenience.

It's so frustrating to talk to these people because being a dad is something I want more than anything. It must be an incredible feeling to be able to say "oops.. we made a baby" . That very idea just seems to crazy to me.

I know I will be a dad eventually. I know I will be a great father. When the time is right, it will happen, but in the interim, I guess I will have to continue to be frustrated listening to people that just don't know how lucky they are.