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.
My parents liked to think of our family as "bent," more "Fractured Fairy Tales" than Disney. We couldn't bear to do things the way normal people -- or at least people who seemed normal -- did.
Since having kids, I've come to understand that my dad wasn't just teaching me to be a good person -- he was also teaching me to be a good parent.
The ultimate gift for Father's Day is not the tie, but the time. The time for dad to relax, grill some hamburgers and hotdogs, put his feet up and basically get a little spoiled on his special day.
Should prison and jail phone corporations be allowed to rake in windfall profits by forcing families to choose between staying in touch with a loved one and putting food on the table?
Through one conversation I finally understood what narcissism really meant. Here was the man who raised me, who has made me who I am today, who has loved me unconditionally for my entire life thus far, and it took me over 20 years to understand who he really is.
The soft padded chair envelopes me in memories of my father, the leather worn where his arms once rested. I run my fingers over the smooth patches to get a sense of him, breath deep the scent of leather and success. From this chair he managed a real estate and banking business, arranged our summer vacations to the Southwest and designed his dream home in Montana.
Some are beer guys, some love mispronouncing wine varieties, some do shots, and some eschew booze altogether.
I think we take too many things for granted in life, and often leave important things unsaid. As a 53-year-old single father of soon-to-be-5-year-old twin girls, I see my father with very different eyes.
My journey to parenthood has been long and hard-fought, but one that I would do all over again, no matter how exhausting and overwhelming the daily grind can get: preparing breakfast, brushing teeth, getting out of the house on time for school, homework, and the list goes on.
My daddy wears a uniform./I think he's very brave./ He goes to work each day/ to keep all the people safe.
Fathers play a major role in a child's life. They can be protective, supportive and may play a role in helping to reduce troubled behavior and psychological problems in young adults.