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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
How To Make A Dad
Love is a precarious thing. It runs hot and cold and it hits us most unexpectedly sometimes. Love, real love, is unconditional. Very few things are comparable to a father’s love. One of those rare comparisons includes a homemade meal made by the man himself.
By Tiffanie Harvey2 years ago in Families
My father, an example to follow
I have allowed myself this license that this end of the month I share a very personal article and not a summary or suggested book. Yesterday my father passed away. Paradoxes of life, 4 months ago I wrote a letter to my son for him to read in the future and today I update an article I wrote to my father 4 years ago for him to read in heaven.
By Dark Secrets2 years ago in Families
Don’t Just Make Babies, Create a Special Memory
Every child growing up with a loving father often has a memory that will stay in their minds forever. While growing up, I vividly remember my dad working as a waiter in Chinese restaurants his entire life. He worked six days per week and sometimes picked up an extra shift during the beginning of a school year to buy my new school clothes, and during Christmas to buy gifts.
By Anthony Chan2 years ago in Families
Ghost Dads
I didn't have a story book Father son relationship that any kid longs to have. Thankfully I didn’t have a nightmarish abusive relationship with him either. You could say we had a ghost relationship. My father was merely an acquaintance I was able to visit from time to time. You see my parents were married and then divorced less than a year’s time. Before the age of nine I had no idea who my father was. He never stopped by to visit or offer to take me to his place so I could see his place and could get to know one another. It seemed like he couldn’t even bother to pick up the phone and say, “Hi kiddo, how are you doing today?” Growing up it was just my mom and I, but I always wondered what my dad was like. Right around the time I turned nine my mom had enough of me asking about my dad. She was finally able to reach out to one of my aunts and she provided my mom the info needed to get a hold of my dad.
By Shawn Ross2 years ago in Families
The Story of a Hero I call Dad
In comics there are super heroes and villains, in real life, I would say my greatest super hero is my step dad who has done everything to take care of me and my mom. This man has been through some rough times when my mom first married him because me and my siblings were not understanding what was going on at the time as myself and my siblings were only, 6, 5, and 13 at the time we moved in. As time moved on I realized that he was trying to raise us to be better so that we won’t turn out bad. Even though the man is a strong silent type, I always knew that he loved us in his own way. I know that he keeps a roof over our head, he feeds and waters us, he makes sure everything around the house is in working order, and he protects us from anyone who wants to hurt us.
By Robert Archer2 years ago in Families
Subtle Disposition
The father, daughter dynamic can range from one of the most complicated, intricate or beautiful relationships that one could have. Some are lucky to have all three in a lifetime, some from birth and some so much later in life, if at all. My relationship with my father walks the tightrope between complicated and intricate, one could nickname it “delicate” even.
By R.A. Moseley2 years ago in Families
Dads Are No Joke
They broke the mold. Seriously! Paul Anthony DeLeo was a one and only. He worked hard as an English teacher during the school year and an entrepreneur who ran a painting company through the summer. He married my mother when I was 5 years old, so technically, he was my stepfather. No one outside the family would have ever known this. Thanks to this man, the absence of my biological father was rarely felt. He taught me everything from how to clean smelt, child labor inequities, the value of electricity, food and water, and to always use proper English!
By Kimber Jones2 years ago in Families
Big Red
Daddy’s Rig Big Red was Daddy’s rig: an almost new Kenworth Special Edition big rig with leather seats, new CB, brand new 8-track player, and best of all, a full-size sleeper cabin that allowed Daddy to rest when on the road. Mama’s view on Big Red was that it took Daddy away from home too much. Not a week went by that Mama didn’t beg Daddy to find a job in town so they could build up some credit, maybe save enough money for a down payment on a house they could call their own. She dreamed of being able to plant a garden in a yard and paint the walls peach. But driving was all Daddy knew, and to him, Big Red was his salvation from working for someone else. Mama said it just took discipline and Daddy was just being lazy and stubborn. When we reminisce these days, Mama takes back the lazy and stubborn and thinks instead that Daddy was just running from the stern and controlling upbringing he received from his own father. I can’t know, but for me and my brother, Big Red meant opportunities to see all those names on our Dad’s Rand McNally map and a chance to be in the presence of our hero father.
By Shana Murphy2 years ago in Families
My Dad
My father was an over the road truck driver when I was growing up. He was home maybe one night a week. We never had family dinners or family vacations. He never attended any school awards ceremony I had or a school play that I was cast in. He never went with us to church. People always thought I never had a father, no one asked about him, no one mentioned his name. It was assumed he was just like all the other MIA dads. Long gone and long forgotten by the family.
By Kristi Flowers2 years ago in Families
