Marc Lynott weighs in on the difficulties of Father’s Day with two dads: the one who made you live, and the one who made life right. I hope you enjoy reading My Two Dads on Salon. I’m just glad he found a good man to offer some balance…
Some men are meant to be fathers. But not necessarily fathers to children of any age. When my brother and I were still young enough to be bribed with a book or silenced with a yell, Dad was great. The problems began when the words “no” and “why” became a bigger part of our vocabularies. My dad’s the kind of guy who spits four-syllable curse words at other drivers, sees insults where others see observations and prefers volume to reason. Jim’s hero was Albert Einstein. He was more comfortable to be around. Gradually, he became the dad I would go to for help with homework, to fix toys or to talk to teachers. He offered some solace.
My son gave me the best present for Father’s Day: a nap. I forced myself to get up, but he’s still sleeping so peacefully. Lovely boy. I hope all you single mothers out there had a lovely day, too.