No but seriously, if you grew up without a dad, you know how uncomfortable this holiday can be. I'm not trying to say that growing up without a father and being the odd kid out every 3rd Sunday in June was particularly traumatic, because it wasn't. It was just REALLY FREAKIN AWKWARD.
Granted, I had a Grandfather I adored until he passed away when I was 12, and I called my Uncle Mark (also an awesome father-figure) daddy until I was 3 or 4. As I got older I stayed with a family from my church who was headed by a fantastic dad(Ron), so I definitely don't want to deny credit where credit is due. Also, it's worth nothing that my dad didn't know about me until I was nearly 14, so the dude can hardly be blamed for being absent, and we now have a friendly (albeit virtually non-existent) relationship.
Still, the fact remains that I'm a dadless.
Growing up homeschooled and active in church made encounters with fellow dadlesses rare, and there was nothing I hated more than being reminded of how different I was (and prepare yourself for a future blog on the topic of being different, fyi) and making some stupid craft at church every year for a dad I didn't have .
So I was thrilled today to realize that this will be mine and Donald's very LAST awkward Father's Day! Neither of us grew up knowing our dads, so in 12 months we will both be celebrating Father's Day for the VERY FIRST TIME with our child... who will ALSO be celebrating it for - you guess it - THE VERY FIRST TIME!
Thus, I joyfully dedicate this post in honor of the Winn Family's very last Bastards Awareness Day!
Here's to hoping that our first Fathers Day comes quickly! Hurry up, time!!