My Dad is not my Dad
Let’s face it, we live in a world where more often than not, we are either fathers to children that are not ours or we’re raised by non-biological fathers. Some men even refuse to support the very same children that they brought into this world, while others contribute peanuts out of guilt to the struggling mothers of their kids.
The saying “Blood is thicker than water” is a completely misused quote which, in full, actually states: “The Blood of the covenant is thicker than that of the womb.” (The Road Trip: A Self-Guide to Success, P.39).
Let’s talk about the unspoken heros that are with us from day one or come into our lives at the
most unexpected times. These are men that show you the way and will never let you walk it alone.
These are men that groom you not only to be a fine person in life financially, morally and otherwise, but also prove to be the one of the very first people to lay down a solid foundation upon which we can see the world for what it truly is: a realm with limitless opportunities.
Let’s call these men dads.
Dads that are not our dads.
I am talking about the dads who take complete responsibility for cultivating a plant that they did not seed. Men who are direct positive representations of fatherly figures, and yet share absolutely no blood or DNA with a child.
Men who are always there by your side, assisting with the schoolwork, making sure that you have in abundance what you want and need regardless of what the world perceives to be “enough”. These are the dads who set the example for the rest of the male species.
These are the true men who hold the banner and embody the ever so refuted claim in the world today of “not all men are the same”.
Growing up, I had a total of four dads and to my misfortune lost three of them at a very tender age. It still pains me and brings a tear to my eye whenever I think about them; but what they had left me with, for the short space of time that I came to know them, was enough to shape me into being the man that I am today, with all the brilliance and imperfections.
These gentlemen passed away, leaving me with the tools that I needed to survive after they had shown me the way. The only one that I have left that remains, my biological father, is still by my side to pick me up with each stumble.
To hell with the rest of the dads in the world who contribute to the negative perception when it comes to the growth and development of a child both, mentally and physically. That, ironically, may even include you, who, as you are reading this post, your child is out there with his/her mother being raised by another man.
Ironically, I may be talking about you who, as you’re reading this blog, are guilty of beating, raping, soliciting and murdering women and children. You, a champion of shameless cowards.
How many of you out there can relate to this story?
How many of you can actually stand up to give a medal of honor to the dad that was not your
dad?
How many of you men today can actually say for certain that “I am that type of dad?”
If you nodded your head then kudos to you, but in all honesty, if you also acknowledged yourself for being “that type of dad”, it only means that in reality you are far from what you think you are.
In fact, you are nowhere near being that type of dad because that type of dad is selfless, unconscious of his righteous actions, has unconditional love and, quite frankly, does not have
the time to recollect the deeds that he has done to identify as a good father.
The reality is that men of this generation are weak; they rape, murder, beat and abuse those who they feel are lesser than them just to fuel their diminished sense of manliness. They’re hyped only by lust, status and appearances rather than finding a woman to build a purposeful life with.
So, when are we going to talk about the next generation of children raised by such men? The
post-millennials, generation Z … Who will their dads be?
At this point I would accept in the comment box any appreciation post to a dad that was not your dad, or even your own biological father who shaped and groomed you into the magnificent person that you are today.
Kindly share with us your most memorable experience with him, or a trait that you admire, and share a bit about how it has helped you in your journey thus far.
Stay blessed.
