Papa Bear

Papa Bear

Papa Bear, the alias my husband, Brandon, has held in my phone since 2012. Although he's known as BLK WLF, it just didn't seem endearing enough for a title in my phone that I text or call on average 100+ times a day when apart. 

It's hard being a father to a pack this size, well any size, but one that is blended with blood of your own and blood from another lineage that has morphed into yours by years filled of your respect, love, and protection of them. 

In 2012, we were sprawled in the floor of my childhood home watching a documentary, "The Rise of Black Wolf."  I found the whole thing to be hilarious. The odds that this man, who has chosen the creative alias 'BLK WLF' unknowingly has an actual black Wolf spirit animal roaming Yellowstone. "He cannot be tamed..." "He seeks the path untraveled..." "He belongs to no one certain pack..." "He has sired litters and litters of pups with more than one mate.....ACTUALLY this isn't the case for Brandon and BETTER not ever be ;-) But the part that almost brought me to tears was this: 

"If there is not any other adult pack members that can replace the role of the deceased parent, it often happens that the remaining parent looks for or accepts a new mate that isn’t from their pack – like in the documentary “Rise of black wolf”.All wolves love cubs and are programmed to protect and nurture them. This can extend to pups that are not related to themselves, especially if the adopting wolf has pups of its own already. "

Literally the black Wolf encountered a female white Wolf and adopted her litter of gray Wolf cubs. Folks, it doesn't get more eerily accurate than that to describe our family at the time. This man, met me, became my best friend then decided he loved me and my two (at the time) children like his own. Without ever needing affirmation or using it against me in times of strife. He loved us like we're all he's ever known as his pack and all he ever needed...with the acceptation of adding a few cubs! 

He's been here, when others have not. He's dried tears, created joy, and is constant reminder to them all to be who they are, not who society wants them to be. You love pink, want to paint your nails with glitter and then battle in Pokemon? He's your guy. Gender roles hold no merit here, our children will grow up believing and knowing that we are all equal. That dad isn't that handy, but that's ok...because Mom grew up on a farm with a Dad that made sure she knew how. That changing a diaper isn't just for Moms. Getting down on the floor making tunnels out of old boxes and using actual ice to create a Winter scene are all VERY important when playing trains. That making messes is fun and leaving the dished until tomorrow so he can keep reading Harry Potter with the character voices is what matters most. 

This man is everything I have ever wanted for all of my children and if raising children in the city wasn't so damn expensive, I would have/adopt more children with him. Because, raising children with him is BY FAR my most favorite thing to do. 

I love you B, Happy Father's Day. 

 

 

Letting Go

Letting Go

PLAY!

PLAY!