If my memory serves me right, I grew up with mom alone from the time I was 2 years old. Hence, I cannot really tell the difference between living with and without a father. You may say that it is quite a sad story, but to be honest, I do not know. It is like doing an impossible mathematical equation: dividing zero by something.
Two years ago, my family (wife and daughter) and I met up with my biological father. It was the 3rd meeting, as far as I can recall, since he left home. If you were to ask me how it felt, frankly, it was like being introduced to a new friend. How I wish that it felt differently, but how can one miss something that was non-existent?
Anyway, now I am happy that at least I have gotten to know my roots. My feelings though are still in limbo, confused as to how paternal love should be received and reciprocated. I would say I miss having a dad, like most normal families.
My advice to kids who take their parents for granted is to seize the moment, cherish mom and dad's presence. You will never know what you will be missing.
Two years ago, my family (wife and daughter) and I met up with my biological father. It was the 3rd meeting, as far as I can recall, since he left home. If you were to ask me how it felt, frankly, it was like being introduced to a new friend. How I wish that it felt differently, but how can one miss something that was non-existent?
Anyway, now I am happy that at least I have gotten to know my roots. My feelings though are still in limbo, confused as to how paternal love should be received and reciprocated. I would say I miss having a dad, like most normal families.
My advice to kids who take their parents for granted is to seize the moment, cherish mom and dad's presence. You will never know what you will be missing.
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