Little A calls Big A's dad "Daddy". "Hi Daddy", she says when he walks in to pick up Big A."Bye Daddy", she says when they are leaving. Sometimes she even tosses in an "I love you", when she doesn't say, "Peace out".It was awkward, the first few times, but now it's just something we laugh off when she says it. I personally have a habit of laughing or smiling even when I feel as though my heart is being wrenched from within my chest. Big A is happy to share, to an extent. I believe above the extent that a nine year old who has been thrust into that position would be. She'll show Little A pictures, talk about her daddy, and hug her a little tighter when they are sitting on the couch and she says, "No, Little A, he's my daddy. You don't have a daddy". I smile sweetly and get up and go into the bathroom off the kitchen and look in the mirror and say, "You will not cry" until I don't.She's getting so much bigger and smarter now, Little A is, and I feel that as she does, I'm getting smaller and more scared. I'm unsure of what to say to Big A when she expresses her anger at Little A's father. Her face turns to stone when she speaks of him, her eyes raging with an inferno of hurt and loss and not understanding. Mine wasn't the only heart he broke."Who wouldn't want to see their kid"? She'll ask, angrily. "I wish I could see him, because I'd tell him. Tell him what I think of him". Other times, she'll lay her head on my chest and cry for Little A. "What's life going to be like for her? To not even have a dad"? "She has us", I'll say, and smile, and then Big A will tell me that I'm squeezing her hand too hard.She's wise beyond her years, Big A, and she has a dad that is amazingly good to her. He coaches her ball teams, helps her with homework and genuinely enjoys her. I don't ever feel as though I'm a single parent to Big A. He knows her in and out, to the point that at times, I'm jealous. They have the same demeanor and views on how life looks to them. If there are issues with Big A, I can call him at anytime of the day or night to discuss them; there is nothing more important than his child, and she knows that. I have to think that the security in that knowledge gives her things that Little A will not have, and somehow, intrinsically, Big A knows it, too.I've been thinking of sending a letter and photos to his family, to let them know that his lack of acknowledgement of her hasn't bolted the door on their opportunity to know her, to be sure that they are aware that they are welcome in her life. I don't know what he's told them, but I cannot imagine my parents or siblings not wanting to know an extension of themselves, so it makes it hard (perhaps delusionally so) for me to envision them being that way.I suppose I haven't sent them in fear of what they would or wouldn't respond. In fear that someday, I'll have to tell Little A that I did try, that her grandparents and aunt and uncle do know, but they didn't want to know her. I don't think I'm capable of saying those things to her. Recently when I was cleaning out a drawer, I opened an envelope from one of my friends, expecting to find a letter from her. Instead, I found a handful of photos of Little A's dad. My intake of breath was audible and one of my hands rose to my chest, a reflex of the human body, to draw our hands to the spot that aches; to attempt to cover the wound that slowly seeps.I wasn't sure what to do with them, those photos, for I'm in most of them as well, and we look very happy in those images. I want her to have the truth, but I don't know what the truth is. I know that the night that I told him over the phone (he was states away, snowboarding), he told me we'd get through it and that he loved me and he'd see me the next day.I know when he left my house the next night, he said he'd be back, we'd go talk to my parents, he'd be moving in. There was no way in hell he was going to let me do this alone. I know I believed him.I know that when I looked at those pictures, I recognized that I still don't understand. He was one of my best friends. He did love me. I have no doubt of that. Sadly, I have no doubt that if Little A were not to have existed, we would still be those friends, those people in those pictures. And that makes me angry, beyond words. I'm angry that I spend so much time preparing for the explanation of his departure. Big A has committed to memory the events; she will undoubtedly chronicle what she witnessed to her sister one day, and the recollection won't be kind to him. He doesn't deserve kindness; that isn't my worry. My worry is what scar his cowardice will leave upon Little A.My worry is that someday, Little A will pick up those photos of her father, and her hand will rise to her chest, a small sob escaping her as she tries to cover the wound that lies beneath, and that I will be completely unable to help her, my own hands covering hers, frantically trying to ebb the bleeding.
It has been this way for 14 years now.
I want you to know that these feelings you and your girls have will always be there, but they will lessen in time.
I want you to know that it's ok to cry for this. That it's ok for the girls to question and wonder, and it's ok for you to not have the answers.
I want you to know that writing to his family, sending pictures of Little A to them, and just a general letter to let them know they are welcome in her life, in yours, is ok.
You would be very surprised how receptive grandparents can be when they learn of this darling little one and know that they are welcome to be in her life.
And if they aren't?
That's ok too, you tried.
The questions will come, the tears will come, and it will hurt her and you, but it is something that you will get through, I promise you.
I cried when I read this post because I've been where you are, I know the exact pain you have, the fears, the worry, I know it all so well, but I promise you, it will get easier in time.
You and Little A will get through it all.
The best way to deal with it is to be honest. Never lie to her or her anger at him will turn on you.
Always be honest, always be there with open arms. When she cries, it's ok to cry with her.
I wish I could be there to hug you and say these words in person, to let you know that you are not alone, that this will be the toughest thing you ever do in your whole life, but you WILL get through it, she WILL get through it.
I promise you the pain will eventually lessen.
I don't understand how men can not be involved with their children ... I'm so, so sorry.
But. But.
Little A has SO many people in her life who care about her.
She's gonna be OK. Really.
Oh, THAT MAN!
MY heart is a little broken because of him and I have never met any of you!!!! I cannot imagine the hurt. Or maybe I can, which is why my chest hurts.
You are a better woman than I. I could not contain my fury. My heart breaks for both of you, but I think your girls are blessed to have you and each others.
I would send updates and photos to his family if ONLY to say to your adult little A that you did everything you could to foster that relationship. Hopefully they will be interested and stave off some of the damage of her father.
Please don't be too angry or hurt if the family don't respond how you want them to. My ex in-laws just hung up on me when I called to talk about my son visiting. You just don't know what they've been told, if anything and they're loyalty will be with him always. It sucks and I pray they aren't as ignorant as my in-laws are.
It's exhausting and it hurts, and it breaks my heart that your older daughter is angry and hurt for her sister. It's so incomprehensible why or how a father can just not care. I wish I had a nickel for everyone who said that to me.
And like the others have said... she'll be Ok. You all will.
You are a truly gifted writer.
I know a guy who has a daughter and the Mom had another daughter by a different man who also denies her. This guy has taken the 2nd little girl under his wing as if she were his own. It started as you described ... he'd go to pick up his child and see the little sister with no "Daddy" ... he couldn't bear it... that was over 16 years ago, and both girls call him Dad and if you ask him ... he says he has 2 daughters.
Could Big A's daddy open up like that?
I hesitate here, but at the same time want to share. As I read you describe telling him about Little A; it brought back so many memories for me of telling my now Hubby about our own child. I remembered the feeling in my chest like it was yesterday, this uncertainty and over whelming fear. It was something that I did not deal very well with, and it took me quite a bit of time to accept things. It is not something I am proud of, and tend to block out now. I was not as strong as you. I have been blessed though with my husband as it was he who kept me going, but most of all with my daughter. I didn't know love until I held her in my arms the day she was born. Thank you for making me remember again.
I know you worry for the effect his absence will have on her that his lack of attention will somehow damage her.
I think the opposite is true. I think more damage is done when a man who is ill equipped to be a father inflicts himself on a little girl who deserves to be loved. I wish my father had never been around.
I wish her no hurt. I wish you none. I just wish it wasn't this way.
I pledge to keep the cursing and debauchery to a minimum as they get older and I feel increased urgency to remain hip and relevant.
I adore you.
Even good dads leave unexpectedly. I got through knowing I was still surrounded by people that love me by the tons. That's all you can do. Love her and be honest. And then love her some more.
Send the pictures and letter to his family. Even if they don't respond, I think that one day it will be SO important for Little A to know that you tried. "What ifs" can destroy a person and I speak from personal experience.
You write beautifully and I always enjoy your posts- even if they make me cry. :)
Beautifully written, Love.
Hold onto those pictures for her. You'll know what to do with them when the time is right.
You KNOW it's not your fault, or Big A's, or Little A's... I don't think the understanding will ever come to you. You know my circumstances, the answers will never come. The "why's" are there for us every day, every night, every year for as long as God wants us here. We wish that we could wash the dreams away, but they won't go away and we can't.
Love them. Love her. I love you.
The fact that you're giving both of your girls the space to talk about their feelings is very big of you.
I love your honesty.
I love your strength.
I love how much you love your girls.
I love your writing.
Hugs!
Kat
i have no advice, except to say that she has enough love coming from you to fill that hole.
I do know that I have a strong relationship with many people on my dad's side of the family while I haven't seen my dad in 20 years. They waited for me to invite them in and then were happy to be there. So maybe that avenue is worth persuing.
Hugs to you! Heidi
This touched me.
It's a difficult and sad situation. Life tends to throw a bunch of those our way just to test our character, I suppose.
Does it suck - yes but not really as bad as you are imagining it.
What is worse is that I remember small things about him like he used to come and get me regularly and we would go have a pancake breakfast and then he would take me home again. Until one day he just didn't come ever again. I don't know if my mother knew he wouldn't be coming or not. She never told me much and I think that was worse. Tell Little A everything you can when she is old enough to understand. It will help her not wonder.
Sorry this is so long.
I do know that with you, who so deeply loves Little A, and her amazing big sister, and all the rest of her family, she will survive, and she will hurt less because of it.
And her father? Oy. I don't understand. Any more than you or Big A do. I just don't get it.
this may sound completely weird, but in some ways i envy your situation with the girls. Big A has a great dad, so much so that you have a parenting partner...i'd give anything to have that. someone to confide in, someone to love and know him and share the good and hard times you face as a parent. then with little A, no contact... more often than not, i wish for that for my little dude. because the random flurries of calls and weak attempts to "get involved" which usually equal a lunch once a month, are much more hassle then they are worth. they cause so much stress for my little dude, he is more than reluctant to go and THRILLED to return. for the most part these visits make my job even harder.
there is just no easy outcome and certainly no way to know how the different scenarios would play out.