
"off."
I've come to realize its mostly because I'm sad. Funny, how even saying something so simple, "I'm sad sometimes," feels so incredibly vulnerable.
It's funny, because being sad is a basic human emotion. It's something that is as natural and as normal as breathing.
So what's the big deal and how does it relate to kids growing up with absent fathers?
When I think about the idea of an adorable little human being not having one or both parents, there is nothing more sad to me. That anguish of being 2 or 3 years old and instinctively knowing that there is a huge hole in the very foundation of who you are. That little boy, not knowing or understanding why, just alone, with no words or arts to express their feelings. Helpless, hopeless and at the effect of a scary world without the masculine presence of their father.