“We only know you as Daddy!” was the statement echoed by my daughters as we sat talking in the kitchen that day. This was about a year following Ursula’s passing, so initially my response was shock, with a mixed attitude. What do you mean, you know nothing about me, I’ve been here, I’m your daddy? How do you not know? “That’s it, ” one of my daughters replied. “We don’t know anything about you before marrying Momma and being our daddy. As I pondered those statements, the seeds of this truth slowly began to take root over the next few days. Though I had lived under the same roof, sacrificed, provided discipline, and encouraged my children, they did not know me. They knew nothing of my past, my upbringing, parents, relatives, schooling, or even previous relationships; in essence, I had no history before being their daddy. It seems I just showed up one day from somewhere, to do this thing called fatherhood.
Now, in all fairness, a lot of this can be attributed to my parents’ early passing. My dad passed away
Labor with the Creator 