The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
The Perfect Parent
I was the perfect parent. Very few can honestly claim this achievement but let me assure you, I held this coveted title right up to the day the nurse placed our first precious baby boy into my increasingly nervous arms. All the untoward advice I had glibly and confidently shared with my inexperienced friends who had preceded us in the journey of parenthood passed rapidly through my labor exhausted mind. As my face grew red at my sudden realization of my audacity, I knew, somehow I just knew it would all come back to haunt me, and I would pay mercilessly for being such an arrogant know it all.
Fishing with a 6-pack and a Shark
Our family always took a week camping trip on the Coast of Oregon, Brooking-Harbor. Back then in 1978 you could still camp on some parts of the beach, there was a place near the river Chetco, My brother Jeff and I each had our own one man tent. Now we did not camp close to the water because of High Tide and other campers walking on the beach of course.
Time With My Dad
First of all, I need to give a little bit of background on all of this (necessary to understand the context of this story).
Dear Mom, I know things are tense between us, but I hope that you know how much I love you. Having children at a young age changes you in ways I did not know until I had my very own two kids.
Mister… Under The Tree
“Mister you comin’ home now?” Charles Hill aka Mister stopped in mid sentence and looked back over his shoulder at his loving wife of forty-two years.
i was so young - a sponge for sure; just very observant and super quick to understand almost everything around me. it didnt feel right. they say "babies know. they feel the energy", and i very much agree cause i definitely felt every good and bad energy.. i just kept it to myself. at 2 years old i realized my mom was the homemaker - she was very consistent with work and she kept it peaceful as much as possible. my dad couldnt keep a job. i remember him sitting on the floor of the master bedroom in a house we lived in with a pool in the back, just crying about how he lost his job - i was 3 or 4. he cooked for us and always had this dark energy - he would set the mood of the whole spot and i always felt like i had to be in "sweet" mode to not be on his bad side so i came off as "daddy's girl". while my mom would work and he didn't, he would take me with him at times. he did dope for sure. i remember sitting at his friend's house on this ugly couch while he and his friends were just busting lines in the garage - i was about 2 or 3 years old and that was the first time i saw men play darts. after that we went back to my grandma's house (his mom) and i had thrown up on the way cause his driving always made me car sick. and when we got there, he told her we went to the store. for sure he was lying to my mom if he would do that to his own. and that's when i realized this person is fucked up, but he is my dad so there's no way he would hurt me, right? i was wrong cause that same day he called me a bitch for crying about throwing up in the car.
Eye Sea Past The Bottle Now.
When my daughter was six and my son was four, I divorced their father and took them away. Unfortunately, I was not too bright back then because I made a terrible decision to remarry too soon. Seven days after the divorce was final, I found myself married to a narcissistic man. Being married to such a man was like traveling in a ship through stormy waters close to the Bermuda Triangle. Giving birth to our five sons only added to the tides.
The Coolest Pair of Sunglasses
Doug looked up from his paperwork as the bell above the door jingled. An old woman approached the counter, and like so many other visitors to the ranger station, she wore only a swimsuit and a floppy straw hat. Her feet were bare and the skin covering her scrawny frame had the leathery look of a lifelong sun worshipper. A brightly colored beach towel had partially escaped its confinement in the overstuffed book bag she carried. It dragged behind her on the tile floor, leaving a trail in the ever-present sand. The woman wore bifocals and the eyes behind the lenses were the faded green of a mid-summer lawn.
Crashing Waves Of The Heart.
Morning here was foggy, grey, and damp. They were the type of cold that stuck to your skin making you ghostly white. It was not until the sun hit the horizon, staining the sky like dandelions stain your hands in springtime, that you felt you could finally breathe. The house had sold during the hours of damp grey to a younger couple that was new to town. Fortunate for both of us I guess seeing how it had been so hard to sell it before. The locals here always passing me with pitty written all over their familiar faces. No one wanted to buy the house because they just thought I was selling out of a mourn-induced psychotic meltdown.
When the first voice of the son / daughter falls in the ears, we feel happy that we cannot even imagine and the love we feel towards the son / daughter shows that we have received that love in childhood. . . We were unaware that we love our son / daughter so much that we did not think that son / daughter is so lucky to love parents,
The day a child is born, everything changes in a man’s life. He will no longer be the same dare-devil ready to take risks or the carefree party animal he used to be. His world will be filled with thoughts, dreams, and hopes for his child. For the son, his dad is a superhero; he is invincible for all that he knows. As he grows, he will find a guide, bodyguard and, a best friend in his dad. The relationship between a father and son is beautiful and sophisticated, at the same time. The value of a loving father has no price.
Best Love From Son
“Becoming a father increases your capacity for love and your level of patience. It opens up another door in a person – a door which you may not even have known was there. That’s what I feel with my son. There’s suddenly another level of love that expands. My son is my greatest joy, out of everything in my life. I’m as lucky as can be for the world’s best son belongs to me.