I hung out with my brothers, my stepmother, two nieces, and other family members on my stepmother’s side of the family for Thanksgiving. So much fun! One of my nieces, Haley, is 2 years old, and adorable, and I get to play daddy when I’m with her. I’m not a daddy myself, so it’s a blast to be able to tap into that parental energy without having to actually procreate!
Funny thing, I feel more connected to my desire to be a father now at 51 than ever before. Will that actually happen for me? Not sure, but in the interim I get to experience it through my relationships with my nieces and nephews. If the opportunity presents itself, I may chose to take advantage of it, but it’s not something that I feel tremendously attached to. Think it would be an amazing experience and truly fulfilling, but either way it’s all good.
Now something I didn’t chose was to be deemed a “daddy” by our community. It was given to me. I’ve had a baby face for a good portion of my life, so it wasn’t until I started sprouting gray hairs that I heard the term being attached to me. At first I was like, what? Looking around me like they must be talking about someone else. “I’m only 38 for God’s sake!!” Well I just rolled with it, and it seems to have worked to my advantage in ways.
I don’t mind when people call me daddy, but I’m not one to really get into role-playing, so I haven’t taken it any deeper then it just being a term of endearment and something to play with. A Daddy to me is more about a look and energy, not being someone’s parent. That isn’t cool with me, and not something I want to participate in. Too much work, and not fulfilling at all. Now when I start hearing “grandpa” … watch out!