This has been hard for me to start writing. Even before I first began to understand what my true gender was, I was uncomfortable about the kind of dad I was. I was, still am, very proud to be the father of my 1stDaughter and my Son. It has always been a blessing, a Grace thing from Poppa, to be the person He chose to help bring these two miracles into the world.
I am a follower of the Way of Jesus Christ. I have always believed and have always been serious about the Word and tried to live my life according to my understandings. The way I read my Bible, fathers are a big deal, with a great deal of responsibility for their children. Being a husband and a father… I took it to be an extremely self-sacrificial calling. A calling I had very little training for. My Dad wasn't a bad dad; he was just very wrapped up in himself and absent a lot with his work and his hobbies.
So, I was called to this task with few tools and baggage I wasn't always aware of. I tried the best I could to be a good dad. I wasn't as emotionally available to my children as I think I should have been. I had no idea or understanding of the "Daddy-Princess" relationship that I found out years later my 1stDaughter sorely missed. I think she still misses it. I wasn't always around for my Son to play catch or do other guy stuff. I took him camping and fishing and encouraged him with his scouting.
But because I could sense that I was broken and, at first, not sure how I was broken, and because being a Dad was not as natural as I thought it should have been, I was very uncomfortable with Father's Day. Father's Day was an honor I did not feel worthy of.
Today, the children I am father to are pretty much grown. My 1stDaughter is a pastor and has planted church. She just got married to a very nice young Christian man. My Son is called to ministry, too. He currently works at a Union Gospel Mission in British Columbia and has a second job in service to people who are down on their luck. I am very, very proud of them both.