Here’s to the women without their fathers.
The little lady who at age 5 never knew what to do at the father-daughter dances, and didnt know how to handle all the passing glances coming from others, as she walked into the first day of school with just her mother.
The confused girl at age 7, whose curiosity never swayed as she wondered why the only mention of daddy, was when child support was paid, and though the extra trips to the store were fun she still wondered if there was something more, and if his “vacation” would ever be done.
The jealous girl at age 10, who found herself at friend’s birthday parties, and wondered what it would be like to have both parents singing to her, not noticing the green vines of envy starting to form around her heart.
The curious girl at age 13, learning what it is like for girls to be mean, and for the “boys to be boys”, still trying to carry herself with poise through one of the hardest parts of her life, a time of questioning, a time of fright. All the while interested as to why her daddy wasnt there to comfort her at night.
The maturing girl at 15, that unbeknownst to herself turned into a feen, for love and affection, and it often pointed her in the wrong direction, into the arms of another and another, and though she tried no words of validation would ever suffice- at least the ones coming from her mother.
The proud girl at 18 declaring she made it without a male figure. Standing tall and smiling wide, she ignored the past hurts inside. Deeper and deeper those hurts were pushed until they were found, and that was when the girl turned it around.
So here’s to the girl at 19 who learned how to be forgiven and then forgive, and in turn truly started to live. She found a father who had known her all along, and his love for her was so, so strong. So strong in fact that it broke down barriers, of not knowing how to trust, and not knowing how to be loved. So strong that it shoved all the lies of being unworthy and having “daddy issues” right off her shoulders, and replaced it with an inner confidence that she knew could move boulders.
Here’s to the women who celebrate despite the circumstance. Who learn to find hope in a season where there is none. Who know how to find joy despite the ugliness life has served you. It is an honor to know you, to work alongside of you, to do life with you, and ultimately strive to be like you.
15 The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to daughtership.[a] And by him we cry, “Abba,[b] Father.”