**Father's Day**

Yesterday, I planned to write a blog post, as I do each weekend, by reflecting on a specific topic or event. Despite many things happening during the week, I struggled to come up with a title to post.

So today, I’ll write about the role of a father in the family, what it means to have a family, and how we celebrate this day.

My parents have been divorced for almost 11 years, which is a long time. Unfortunately, we do not have any connection or contact with my dad. He chose to remarry and start a new family apart from us.

In contrast, we grew up with the sacrifices of our mother, who assumed both parental roles—physically and financially. She provided us with food, education, clothing, and all the other necessities that a couple typically shares.

As a result, we do not celebrate Father's Day. Although my dad was present during our childhood, our circumstances have changed. Now, we are adults, each with our own responsibilities and families.

I feel fortunate to have had my mum by our side; she gave us everything she had to provide us with the best possible life. 

Perhaps we didn't grow up with a traditional masculine role model, but the lessons I learned from my family made me realize that being a father means taking care of your family, facing difficulties, and showing love to them.

Recently, I’ve been thinking about whether I would have a family someday. The idea of taking care of someone else scares me, and to be honest, I don’t see myself changing diapers in the next few years.

For now, I hold no resentment toward my dad, and although I sometimes remember him, I recognize that I am a mature man thanks to my mum and her example.

 

S.