Growing up, like a lot of people, I’m sure, I had a complicated relationship with my father. One thing I can say for sure, no matter what, is that he loved me. Flawed like all of us, some worse than others, and some less self aware than others, he did what he could to assure me that he was proud of me and that I was the most important person in his world.

Father’s Day can be a hard day for many people – those that have lost their fathers, those that had absent fathers, and a million other reasons. Watching pictures of daddies and babies roll through my Facebook news feed made me happy and sad at the same time. My child will not have a biological father involved in their life. There’s something a little bit sad about that.

But I don’t think I’ll be alone forever – I think my child will have a father at some point. I imagine I will meet someone who fits into my family – but I don’t know when that will happen. And I’m not terribly worried about it.

Luckily for me, I have some amazing male friends who will be great role models and Uncles to my child.  A child surrounded by love is lucky. And my child will be surrounded by people who love them.

I’ve recently found some groups online for Single Mother’s by Choice – and this weekend there was a lot of talk about what Father’s Day means for these families. Just like anything else, it’ll be something to deal with on a day to day, situation to situation basis. And I’ll figure it out. And I’m sure lots of people will have helpful and not at all helpful suggestions. I’ll take those that help, and let go of those that don’t.

Nothing is ever simple or easy. But we’ll work through it, together.