Everybody’s Got a Daddy
The Story Behind the Song!
She became concerned when she noticed a pattern of troubling incidents in her grandchild’s life.
After all she was only a ten and had unwillingly exchanged her childhood for a life of adult strife.
To this ten year old watching her mom’s life drama was not an easy task. When things got so bad her fear filled eyes began to expose with each passing glance the torn up child that lived inside.
But as grandmas can and most often do this grandma pick up on every unspoken clue.
Silent “Grandma Help Me” messages whispered in every half smile.
It shouldn’t be this hard just to be a child.
Messages that didn’t need pen and paper just an unspoken “Why Me”.
Messages that only a grandma, that’s right, a grandma could see.
Messages that were always returned with a hug, and arms open wide.
Message of emergency pick- ups or dropping off home from school rides.
And there were those “You can spend the night with me”, slices of bread with peanut butter and jelly. Messages for the just in time bags of frozen chicken wings or fresh clothes hung on lines, so we could be clean most of the time.
She just wanted to sleep when she closed her bedroom door each night.
To not hear the screams at those her mom was threatening to fight.
Some things should have been kept personal, things she didn’t need to learn that way.
Like hearing the sexual moans from the different men she entertained every other day.
Grandma could hear each heart beat of the silent messages that were sent her way and prayed that the little girl would know she did a great job of taking care of her sisters and her mom that day.
Surly there was no question that she loved her mom and each of her so called dad’s,
But what kind of love is this that keeps making her so sad?
Even going to school could be a challenge if her mom decided to show up. Cursing a teacher, another student, the school guard, a janitor or an attendant on a school bus.
Nothing was off limits if she couldn’t get her way. You see she had her own demons which haunted her every day. Locked in closets, beat with brooms, left alone to manage her mom’s home.
On top of all that she needed to take pills. The psychologist said it would help with most of her ills. The only problem was, she didn’t, while unknowingly writing in the sand her little girl’s death sentence.
Thank God Grandma was there to help bridge the gap, but the one thing she couldn’t do was bring her real father back.
Locked up in prison was the only truth she knew,
about a man she’d called dad until her mom decided she was through.
Through with the lies, impossible dreams, cheating, and the get rich quick schemes.
Through with the revolving jail doors that swain in more than out.
Through with broken promises that never came about.
Through with the drugs, and the fighting only to make up.
Through with life, the world and always wanting to give up.
Dear God please don’t let my grandchild think any dad will do.
As long as they can take pictures behind prison bars or at the back yard Bar B Q .
She had too many dads that lived the life of a rolling stone. Where every they laid their hat that was their home.
But grandma had a secret which soon would be revealed. Someone else was listening to her silent messages and He owned the cattle on a thousand hills.
He didn’t waste His time whispering sweet nothing just to get His thrill.
Instead He reminded her of how many promises He had already fulfilled.
He said my child don’t you worry you can speak truth and facts with love,
and remind that ten year old girl she has a Heavenly Father up above.
One who won’t run away when times get hard and tuff. One who knows what to do with all that difficult stuff.
Her Heavenly Father who truly cares about her family in spite of all of this.
One who will walk with her through life’s journey no matter how difficult the trip.
Teach her to fall deeply in love with me because I’m the Father to the Fatherless and I will always be.
I can help her dad and all her dad “want a be’s”. I won’t forget about her mom or her two sisters they mean a lot to me.
And grandma just so you know, you’re in the mix as well. I don’t want any of my children to be abused or whine up in hell. I’m willing, ready and able but I need you to be my bridge from the past
I offer the only love that will last. You see -
“Everybody’s Got A Daddy” even if he’s locked up in jail and this Heavenly Father offers a love that won’t fail.
© Kathy A. E. Jones 6/18/11 - All rights reserved.