Fatherhood
My father, my friend
To this day, my dad can be incredibly hard on himself. I think he sometimes questions my upbringing and thinks to hard on what he could and should have done. When I was younger, especially a teenager, I could have pointed out all the ways I thought my dad wasn’t being fair, or that he was mean. But now that I’m an adult, I’ve come to see how much he really did for me, and taught me; both in what he gave me and what he didn’t. So when I hear my dad being hard on himself, I always pause and think, could I have told him he was better more? And the irony is, that both of us tend to overthink it; we dont realize that we’ve probably taught each other a lot more then we could have ever imagined.
By Lane Burns3 years ago in Men
A Father's Legacy: Shaping My Identity
In the tapestry of our lives, there are those extraordinary individuals who leave an indelible mark upon our souls, weaving their wisdom and love into the very fabric of our being. For me, that luminous figure is my father, a guiding light whose influence has molded my identity in profound and transformative ways. As I reflect upon the profound role he has played in shaping who I am, a surge of gratitude and admiration swells within me, overflowing with appreciation for the priceless lessons he has bestowed.
By Antonio Rodrigues3 years ago in Men
Hats Off To You Dad!
What is a father? A father in my opinion is anyone who was able to provide the energy to balance the masculine energy within you. We are taught that we are male or female based on the body we are born into. New age teachings, which is basically a urecycling of ancient teachings, indicates though we are male and female we do carry the energies of both within us. Feminine energy governs our emotions and masculine energy governs our survival; atleast that is my interpretation of it all because it makes sense.
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Men
Thank you father
Thank you father for being the help that gave birth to me, to have me come into such a beautiful, natural world with nature and human-made wonders all around me. Thank you for being by my side all these years and teaching me lessons about life in your own special way. As I grow older now, I see things more clearly from your perspective, although I resented them for quite a long time. I see where things went wrong and I see how you thought what you did was right and how you hold onto your arrogance that you are right through all that you have done for the family.
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Men
Dear Dad
Dear Dad, It’s Father’s Day again. I stare at the bright card display in Walgreen’s, the conveniently placed gift cards for Lowes and Cabela’s enticing me to reach for them. I pick up a card. Open it. “Thanks for being the best dad ever” it reads in a bold font. I want to buy it. I want more than anything to buy it. To mean it. But it would be a lie.
By Camillia Simonds3 years ago in Men
My Hero
I was fortunate enough to have a great Father, not perfect but great as in he taught me well. He taught me great music. He taught me great stories. He taught me how to work with my hands and too put in an honest days labor. But most of all he taught me how to love myself by loving his family in such a way that when I think back on it now it brings a tear to my eye. He gave of himself not just when needed but every moment of every day, making sure we all had what we needed to get by. We were not rich by any means but we were very happy. I hear so many stories of people who could not relate to their parents and I never have anything to add to the conversation because I never knew what that was like, of course I like many kids didn't always get them or they me. But we laughed so much, all the time. They were so much fun.
By John P. Creekmore3 years ago in Men
Paternal Reflections
The first time I saw the film ‘Bullitt' I cried buckets, but I was the only one moved in this way. Apparently everyone else enjoyed the film! Even more strange, I did not discover the reason for this lachrymose flood until half-way through the movie, and the shock took some years to wear off.
By Elaine Sihera3 years ago in Men
Nature Versus Nurture
I used to say mean things about my dad. Not mean things, just not nice. True things, sure, but not kind. And by ‘say’ I mean confess. Not to a priest or detective or anything, just my therapist. All of my therapists. They all let me say these things and then smiled foxlike when such words poured out with accompanying tears. Like a mama fox, but still.
By Nicky Frankly3 years ago in Men
Message to the Monster. Content Warning.
Dear Headless man, How long had you been hiding beneath my bed? Didn’t you know that I was already afraid to fall asleep in the dark? Couldn’t you hear me crying out to my daddy almost every night that I couldn’t sleep. He would come to my room and give me half a baby aspirin and tell me it was a ‘sleeping pill’, smooth my ringlets and say, ‘It’s all right, Dolly, go to sleep.’
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Men
True Love, Now
I’m ashamed to admit that during each of our first three meetings, I entertained the idea that James could be a creep. When we first met, I wouldn’t tell him what school I taught at, even after he knew where’d I’d gone to undergrad and that I thought that the erosion of public discourse could be remedied—or at least stymied—by teaching the Harkness method in English and social studies classrooms. Or that I felt inadequate as I watched weekly copies of the New Yorker pile up on my desk, their edges curling up like the legs of dead spiders. Even so, I wrote down my number on a little piece of notebook paper, so we could meet up again. Part of me wondered if I was stupid. But James said he worked professionally as an editor for the American Psychological Association, and I want to be a writer.
By Catherine Dorian3 years ago in Men
