Cat's in the Cradle...

Yesterday I took my boy to dinner. I had forgotten that it was Father's Day. We must have looked a little pathetic, the two of us with no daddy in sight. We somehow managed for a second year in a row to be right in the middle of the thousands of miles that separated our two daddies. My daddy was with his other babies, camping. His heart must have been so full! I'm SURE he thought of us. He's a good daddy. He taught me how to drive a stick and use a knife and build a fire (sorry I did such a bad job last time, dad!!). He instilled in me a sense of self worth, a knowledge of right and wrong, and he lead me to our mutual Daddy. Ben's daddy... He hasn't really had the opportunity to do all those things yet. And, I think, his heart was a little heavy yesterday. He has missed all of his Father's Days now. I am so proud of him, and I know some day Ben will be too, but I cannot think about their separation without tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. This is not forever, and he is doing good things. I just pray they will not miss these times... I pray that we will manage to enable the same connection I have with my daddy.