I imagined motherhood to be this beautiful experience. I imagined caring for my children and loving them the way that only a mother could. I imagined a family. My family. The reality was, it was just me, and maybe not even for very much longer.
Going to therapy helped me understand how all those past traumas shaped me as a man. It made me understand my role in this world and why I was the father that I was. I needed to be able to heal and forgive myself before I could be the dad that my children deserved.
This was my chance to do everything my biological father did not do. I accepted fatherhood so easily because I had the perfect example of who I did not want to be. I was shown what an absentee father was and I planned to be the exact opposite!
"So, here I am...preparing for a secondary chapter of more basketball and books. I had no idea that God was placing me into a more pivotal position in the grand scheme of things."
"While waiting until I could buy myself some furniture, my son and I had some of the best times sleeping on pallets in the floor. The truth is time spent with your kid is the most important thing about building that relationship."
