Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until my kid keeps asking, “Where is my mother?” — that makes both of us sad.
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until my colleagues keep asking,
“Where’s your wife — the one you had your kid with, lad?”
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until my kid misses that soft touch after making his father mad.
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until my best friends say they miss the smile I shared with her — the one I once had.
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until I fail to correct my little one’s every single mistake — big or tad.
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until you don’t have time to play, so you buy them the trending video games that are super rad.
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until some mutual fights turn into divorce — filled with remorse, labeling me a betrayer or a cad.
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until I hate to gad about town — haunted by her memories and buried worries, leading to substance abuse and money misuse, spending cash in a wad.
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until I’m left searching for things to keep my son busy — whatever’s popular or fad.
Being a single dad can’t be that bad —
Until I come home to silence in our quiet little pad.
Now, instead of worshiping pride or ego,
I’m just glad to take him to meet his mother twice a week — and wisely sneak in a red rose with the toys, action figures, and Lego.
She teaches our boy some Spanish — like hola and amigo,
Now he knows why he’s half from Chicago and half from Vigo.
I thank God these visits helped my child understand — no parent was cruel or corrupt,
It was our mistakes that left him hurt, forced to choose between the two he loves — with every if and but.