This is my third Father's Day without him. Yet, in my world, his presence is bigger than ever.
Because we live in times with extended and blended families, for example, parenting goes far beyond the boundaries of immediate family. As the annual holiday approaches, I find myself thinking about those who act as fathers to a neighborhood, a church, or even a city.
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I'd always wanted to have children, but I was unprepared for how the news that I would soon be a father would affect me. I immediately began to imagine all the things that I would need to do and instantly felt the pressure of another person's life depending on me.
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Just once, for your father, take his advice, thank your mother, chew with your mouth closed, stop making that face, finish your chores without any sass-back, and stick to one of these father-friendly films.
The main idea is that it belongs solely to dad, so he can relax and recharge for a few hours.
The elder -- a 12-time Emmy-winning TV pioneer who counts among his creations The Dick Van Dyke Show -- and the younger -- an Emmy-winning actor and director, whose box office hits include films such as Misery and A Few Good Men -- reflect on their relationship and illustrious careers.
You taught us so much and it's these lessons that give us direction for who strive to be, gave us the standard in who we looked for in a spouse and the model of how we hope to parent our own children.
Dads. They're our first heroes. They keep us safe, tell us stories and give us our first piggyback rides. From our earliest moments, dads teach us to laugh, lighten up and toughen up. If we're fortunate, they also teach us about sacrifice and virtue -- a word that means "manly strength."
In the delivery room, I was dressed in my scrubs just like in the movies. My seat was next to my love, who was on the operating table, arms stretched out. There was a screen cloth right above her sternum obscuring her nether region. Her face was glowing in the halo of the operating lights.
When you become a parent (or more precisely, when you find out you're going to be a parent), you get barraged with more advice than you know what to do with -- or want.
If only I could go back and tell that latchkey beer thief in 1969 that one day, he would have 11 children from nine different women, a thanksgiving table 29 feet long and eight grandkids at the ripe young age of 57, I wonder what he'd say.
As a gift for my dad this Father's Day (an odd gift, I know, but trust me, it's a good one), and as a way to offer hope that it isn't too late to stop yelling, I share this story with you.
This week for Father's Day I want to talk about the man who taught me a love of sport, and especially a love of baseball, and who taught me much about life.
Check-in with your body. Do your arms feel like wet noodles? Do your knees feel like sponges? Is your stomach doing that thing it used to do when you were a kid tick-ticking uphill on a roller coaster just before the fall? Okay. Don't be scared.