Do you know what I hope for you? That you have a great dad. I have a great dad. My kids, too. They have a great dad. My nieces and nephews have great dads, too. They sort of fill the earth, all those nieces and nephews and their great dads.
Sometimes, when I was a kid,...
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Category Archives: DadsSo there’s sadness. Grief. Sorrow. My sweet, wonderful, generous, laughing, picture-taking, movie-loving, wave-running, Beach Boys-listening, Elvis-adoring, milk-drinking, compliment-giving father-in-law passed away yesterday. As I held his hand in the ICU this week and listened to him breathe through the oxygen mask, I wanted that hope that his girls felt, that hope that he would pull... When Husband and I got married, we used to talk about the kind of parents we’d be. He’d be the fun, soft-spoken, happy Dad. I’d be the gentle, supportive, singing Mom. Reality has leaped in here and changed our details a little bit. I am not the gentle mom. I am the nag. I am the... At dinner the other night, Husband was trying to maintain some of that Terribly Important Family DinnerTable Conversation while waiting for Kid 4 to eat his food.* Husband said, “I remember when Kid 1 was three years old. She said, Daddy, of I’m still awake when we get home, can I pick the fuzz out... Mothers of small children are rarely trained in the arts, but are required to perform at the drop of a hat (or the onset of a tantrum) various musical numbers, frequently accompanied by proscribed dance moves which will be sorely missed if forgone or misapplied. In our house, these spontaneous shows occur at set hours... So this is the week leading up to Father’s Day. I will remind you of it now and then, in case you might need to stop blog-reading and hustle over to Amazon or iTunes to buy something for your man/dad/grandpa. I can sit here, comfortably blogging the day away, because I don’t actually need to buy... |