I
wanted to write you a note and explain myself. I imagine by the time you
are able to read this and understand it, the world will be a very different
place than it is this moment, my hope is a much better place. I wanted to
explain why I waited, why I took so long doing something I wanted so bad.
I want to explain myself because I imagine by the time you read this I will
have been pushing you to not hold back, to never delay and to reach for the
stars. I imagine you reading this thinking this isn’t Dad, he wouldn’t
hesitate for a minute, but with you, I did.
As
you already know you have two parents who love you. I write this laughing
with all certainty because even if you’re treated half as good as our two dogs
now you’d make Paris Hilton jealous. I imagine you and I at odds here
and there. You think I can be strict; I try to have too many rules and parameters.
I imagine your other dad however being a counter balance to me. You’ll
probably call him the "funner" dad since he’ll be letting you get away with crap
behind my back. We both guide you best we can to be an amazing person and
I feel that you’ll get there even though I’m sure I’ll always wonder if I could
have done more.
Your
grandparents I’m sure will treat you like gold. I imagine every time they
come to visit or we drop you off to spend time with them I’ll be telling you to
behave. We’ll have to rein in their generosity for fear of spoiling the
heck out of you. Steve’s and my parents will embarrass us telling you
stories of the crap we used to pull, you had better not get any ideas.
You’ll hear how big of a geek I was, and how brave your father was for serving
this country and how scary it was to send a son to war. You’ll know how
wonderful of parents your grandparents were and how well we were raised.
You’ll also understand that family isn’t easy but it is always there.
You’ll
probably live in the very same house as your father and I do now. I
picture you on the third floor, a friend of ours Adam rents that space
now. If you’re an only child I imagine you having too much space and
filling it with pictures and posters. If you have a sibling I imagine the
third floor seeming bi-polar almost. With some days the two of you
getting along and others with small wars breaking out, sibling rivalry at its
best. The house is huge and it’s already like a big kids castle with all
the games, an arcade machine and projector set up. I’m sure that even
though I can’t imagine how, our current game systems will be obsolete to
you. So we’ll have made room for whatever is the cool thing now that you
just had to have. Know this though, in the next year or so when it’s
boring, expect to hear I told you so from me, and your other dad reminding you
how much it cost and how it’s never used anymore.
You’ll
have met many of our friends who we hold dear and probably the very same people
we know today. I imagine they will do their best to try and make you
laugh at how silly your fathers were and how we made our own mistakes, noise
and chaos in our time. You’ll meet so many great people and friends we
have made over the years and they will span this country and beyond its shores.
You’ll hear diverse stories and understand the world for the better because of
it. I imagine we’ll still be having karaoke parties and you’ll be
embarrassed at watching a bunch of “old” people sing songs that are so dated,
if you have even heard of them. You’ll have so many “aunts” and “uncles”
that won’t even be blood related it’s going to be ridiculous. I know that
each of them though will be your guardian angles and always there for you, like
they are for your father and me.
Your
father and I will have saved enough money to ensure that when you venture out
into the world on your own that you can do so with a great education and bright
future. We will do our best to make sure you have a happy life, but also
appreciate what you get. I imagine when you’re able to work we’ll
encourage you to get a job in the hopes you’ll appreciate making a living and
be proud of doing so. I want you to get excited about saving for
something and then being able to purchase it knowing how hard you worked for it
and then getting to realize the reward.
The
thing I want you to understand though is why we waited. By now you’ll
know our story, what we fought for, what we stood for. My hope is that it
will seem almost comical to you. That the world you live in is very
different and that you can’t understand how people could be so hurtful, so
cruel. The reason we waited is because in some ways I’m already overprotective.
I already know you’ll be my pride and joy but I don’t want you to experience
what having two dads is like right now.
I
don’t want you going to school and having it be ok for people to publically
ridicule your dad’s relationship. I don’t want to have to explain why
your dad’s don’t both have full custody over you. Or explain how our
marriage is acknowledged in some places and not others. When you start to
understand politics I don’t want to have to explain to you why a politician
would compare us to pedophiles or our relationship to “man on horse” and be
elevated instead of condemned by their party. I never want to come home
having been fired because I love your father and have the impact of hate be a
financial risk to your future.
I
love you so much, I can already feel it rock my emotions to think of you being
hurt by such hate. I don’t even know your gender or name, but I know I
want to protect you. This world will not be easy, it will not be
kind. This world will also never cease to amaze you though and the beauty
and wonder it brings will take your breath away daily. Your dad I want
to try and eliminate as much of the obstacles as possible, I want you to see so
much more light than dark.
I
hope that we aren’t too old to enjoy your youth and energy. I hope that
you feel so close to your father and I that you never need to have secrets and
you allow us to be your parents and your best friend. To be honest I worry this world won’t change,
at least not in our life time. Am I
willing to continue waiting, one day regretting never had the chance to raise
you, to make you more than a dream? One day
in the middle of this fight will we have passed the point of no return and lost
our chance to have some piece of us carry on?
My hope is no, that you’ll read this as a vibrant youth and laugh at how
silly your father was so many years ago.
I
just needed you to understand that your father and I waited because we wanted
you to hear our story and appreciate our struggles, but not have to live
through them, all in the hopes it will make you a better person. I hope
you’ll be as proud of us for the change we tried to bring as I know we will be
of you. I hope that it will inspire you to fight for people that need it
most and that in the end you realize that you deserve nothing less than your
most amazing dreams. I say this to you because if the day comes where you
are reading this note, my wildest dream will have finally come true; having
you.