parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
The Love to Leave Me Alone. Runner-Up in Dads Are No Joke Challenge.
In every game of chess we’ve played, my father has beaten me. Except once. When I was very young, he taught me the complex rules of the game, and I always enjoyed playing against him despite my countless losses. But one day, he gasped.
By Alex Johnson4 years ago in Families
My Dad the Hero
This is a little story that my mom told me a few years ago about something incredible that my dad had done. I knew from a few stories my dad had told us kids when we were growing up, about the ports he had gone to while he served in the Navy, during his West Packs. But this happened while his ship, a minesweeper by the name of USS Excel, was in port on Treasure Island, right outside of San Francisco.
By Kelley Wheeler4 years ago in Families
Forever my Daddy
To some thirty-four years may seem like nothing. If I heard someone say that they were thirty-four years old my response would be, "You are still young, you have many years ahead of you!" To others thirty-four years seems like an eternity. If it had been that many years since you lost someone you loved very much that would feel like a lifetime.
By Staci Koehler4 years ago in Families
Dad - love of love x
“My Dad is the best Dad in the world!! – It’s something many of us think when we’re little, from when we learn to use our chubby, unstable, little legs to walk to when we’re sharing a fag with them in the garden at a family BBQ, trying to escape everyone else. Or maybe this is just Bridget Jones and I’s experience? Nevertheless, the more time that goes on believe this statement has changed for myself. Now I truly believe my Dad is one of the worlds best people.
By Isobella Ash4 years ago in Families
My Dad, the Otologist
There are a million stories I could tell about my dad. Some are funny and jovial, but most are not. A few are downright unsuitable for an online audience. One tale in particular stands out in my memory, and I don't think I will ever find the words to tell it properly.
By Two Siblings4 years ago in Families
Sledding, Hot Coco, and Mint Melt-Aways
My relationship with my dad has always been…complicated. On the one hand, he has done so much for our family. For years, he has worked at a job that he despises to provide for us. He’s always there for all my achievements, and he, along with my mom, comforts me when I’m sad. I’ll never forget how he held me while I held my six-year-old dog, a dog I had raised from four weeks old who was dying of lymphoma, as we waited to take him to the vet to put him out of his misery. On the other hand, my dad has had more than his fair share of issues. His temper is volatile. My childhood is wrought with memories of him punching walls, slamming doors, and throwing things. So much broke when I was younger that I now can’t bear to let go of anything or even let anyone else handle my stuff. And the swearing. I’m surprised I didn’t grow a sailor’s mouth sooner than I did. He’s never physically hurt anyone, but the emotional toll on my mom and me has been horrific and life-altering. My older brothers either didn’t witness the worst of it (they’re six and seven years older than I), have so warped a memory that they don’t remember it, or somehow justify it.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 years ago in Families
Like Father, Like Daughter
I know that a lot of kids out there think their dad is the best, I mean there’s a reason the phrases ‘Number One Dad’ or ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ have become the cornerstones of Father’s Day. I’ll happily admit that I’m no different than anyone else since my dad was always a source of fun and laughter. Somehow he always knew just what you needed to make you giggle, even through tears.
By Cassandra Flores4 years ago in Families
A Step Back to Childhood
I am a 33-year-old married woman who is currently living in her father's basement, playing D&D and Magic the Gathering on weekends. At a glance, you may question my life choices, but let me take a minute to explain my story to you and how I came to be a full-grown adult living in my father's basement.
By Cally Trandell4 years ago in Families
Trial and Error in Fatherhood
Big, worn out hands. A towering figure that provides both safety and comfort, yet commands authority. A tone of voice that can be inviting, or corrective. "Dad" is a term that many can relate to happily. The man we look up to, modeling our behavior and decisions, sometimes after they're long gone.
By Dustin Jessip4 years ago in Families
Hey Dad,
The rattle of your keys in the door sent us sprinting up the stairs. We had all been perched on the edge of the couch waiting. Tripping over each other we threw ourselves into whatever piece of you we could grab onto. It didn’t matter that we were 17, 14, and 10. In that moment we were your children. Your terrified children. Age held no bearing on our behavior. It did not matter that we knew you had not made it into the city that day. That you were on the train as the second plane hit, and were immediately turned around to head home. You had missed your normal train that morning, having been caught up saving someone else. You weren’t just our hero, you volunteered to be everyone’s hero. So as that train pulled back into our small town, your day was far from over. You marched right back out with your crew to take in dozens and dozens being ferried across the river, providing aid, comfort and refuge.
By Gina Landrigan4 years ago in Families
The Story of my Dad
I often think the interesting thing about parents is their children only know one part of who they are. I guess that could be said of most relationships really, but parents have had this whole life before their children exist and they have been many things to others before they are a parent…..they’re a son or daughter, perhaps a brother or sister, a friend, a niece or nephew, maybe a husband or wife or an aunt or uncle. My dad was no exception, and had many titles before he was called Dad, and yet, despite this whole other life I know him only as he appears to me….my father.
By Liz Fletcher 4 years ago in Families
