What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s guest post is by Erica. 
What I want you to know is that sometimes families do not share genetics. Sometimes the relationships that you thought would stand the test of time don’t, and the ones you thought wouldn’t, do. My son was conceived when I was with a man I thought I would be with forever. But he passed his forever onto someone else when our tiny creation was still too small to be seen. And in a few months, a boy from my teen years reemerged and he was a true man. The baby who has the DNA of another, truly belongs to this man. The look on his face as he was the first to hold our son in the delivery room told of a daddy who would cherish this boy forever. And it isn’t sad, or strange, or wrong. The story isn’t tragic or awkward. It is perfect. Before we could truly be together, and be parents, we were both sent on different paths. We grew apart until we grew back together again and then a very small boy sealed the deal. The fact that our family is not tied together by blood means nothing, we are tied with love. Our boy will not grow wondering who his true father is because he will know: his father is the one who sacrificed and jumped through many, many more hoops to be a dad than a biological father would have to. 
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