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Fathers Day Gift for Expecting Dad
Father's Day is a special day to celebrate the amazing dads in our lives. While we should show our appreciation for our fathers all year round, Father's Day is a special day to really show how much we care. If you're looking for the perfect gift for your dad this Father's Day, look no further! Here are some great gift ideas that will surely make the expecting dad smile.
By Peter Jiya4 years ago in Families
Chrysanthemum
1981 You guys used to fight a lot. It didn't surprise me when you said you were going to separate. It sucked, but I was 10, so I was tough. I knew I'd get through it. I'd stay with you, mom, and I'd get to see Dad every weekend. It wasn't the ideal life but you both assured me that we would all do everything needed to make it work. And it did work. For a while.
By Christopher Fudge4 years ago in Families
Because of You
Hey mom, I have never told you this before but...I'm no perfect golden child. Never have been and never will be. I silenced my voice long enough to please you, but you won't be happy. So let me be happy. I don't want you around so much. I want to pursue my dreams now. You had your chance. You had better choices but you chose otherwise. If you had no love for my father, why did you stay? Don't give me that crap about wanting us to know our father. YOU STAYED BECAUSE YOU WERE SCARED. There I said it. I resent you a lot. You are emotionally unavailable and neglectful. I don't trust you now with my own and I'm drawing a line, a boundary. You are harmful to my mental health and I just want to disappear completely. You were meant to be one of the safest people I could turn to, but all you did was hide from your emotions or erupt like a volcano whenever I did something you didn't agree with. Even at the littlest of things. It seems that I couldn't do anything right and I needed my mom to not be my friend, but I needed you to be there! Why didn't you see that I was in so much emotional pain? Pain that I projected out onto my siblings and they have forgiven me, but I can't and won't even forgive myself. I cut myself off away from them to give them their space to heal, but I need to heal too and it hurts so much. I was only a kid when you put me in charge. I didn't like being in charge. I pulled away. I pulled away so that I could write more and draw and just not do anything. I sit in front of the TV, numbed and silenced and hurting and no one cares. No one is listening. I have no kids of my own because I'm terrified that I'll end up like you: a robot with no emotions, no heart, nothing. Maybe shutting down works for you, but I can't do that. I can't become numb anymore. I need an outlet, a better one, a healthier one and you never gave me that. All you cared about were bills this, bills that, work here, work there. I resent the heck out of you for this. A lot of people will say that you tried your best, but I needed you to be there for once and put on your big girl panties and go to therapy, too, but you'd deny it to yourself. "No money. I can't afford it." No, you won't afford it. There I said it. You make all the people who were meant to help us that you sent our way seem like angels and devils and we have to run and hide again. You'd rather be with a man and spend time with him than spend actual one on one time to get to root of the problem. I couldn't communicate that and how the heck am I to communicate this fact to a random, perfect stranger??? Who are you, mom? A lot of people will say I'm lucky that my mom was really there. There's a lot of noise inside my head and I can't even tell what I'm feeling. A lot of people will say I'm being ungrateful and unfair towards you mom, but that's what I'm feeling. Isn't that okay to feel that for a moment? So who are you, mom? I'm 30 now and I don't feel safe around you. I don't feel at home with you. I don't feel that you listen to me anymore. Who are you, mom? You treat me like I'm still a child. I can't do one nice thing for myself without you going up the wall about bills, bills, bills, work, work, work. I don't want you in my life. Just back off for a moment and let me breathe. I cracked under the pressure of being the one in charge. I can't do the things you want to do for your life. Now this is my life and I want you to stop and let me go. Even if it means letting me fall flat on my face. I need to find a way out and get away from you because you're so emotionally unhealthy. I can't stand it. I'm not a robot like you are. I can't tell when or whether you're being my friend or my mother. I can't make heads nor tails and it hurts my head and heart. It's why I don't have a man in my life right now. I'm emotionally unhealthy, too. I'm too sensitive and no one is around to help me. You certainly didn't help me emotionally. You put random perfect strangers who had no business demanding what's wrong with me in front of me. You should have been the one to ask that. Instead you said suck it up and get over it. It's how I responded to my friends who were getting through their own emotional rollercoasters. Now I'm getting the help that I need and I'm getting through it...gradually. I'm not perfect. I'm an emotional mess and that's okay to be like that isn't it?
By Anna Rodriguez4 years ago in Families
My Mother
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but when you tried to home school me, and it didn't go well I never blamed you I know you had a hard time. You didn't really know what you where doing. I appreciate that even though you where having a hard time you where always trying your best. I was mad for a long time but I relied no one should be mad for long because we never know how much time we will have. I know now that in the time i was mad I could of done it myself but I was being selfish. I never told you why I was mad I was mad because you where always spending time with your wife. I am not going to lie I didn't like her I didn't like her because I felt she was taking you away from me I didn't get to see you for years. when she had you but when I moved back with you I thought I would be able to spend more time with you but I couldn't and I was ferrous . Now after years of not liking her and trying to split you guy up I am glade you never listened to me or my siblings. I'm glade she is there for you. I don't like it when she makes a scene but if she didn't then life would be bland I am not only writing this for one mother but for two. One that was there all my life and one that showed up and took care of us even if she never had kids of her own she help you rise four kids that was pretty awesome and pretty brave we weren't the biggest fans of sharing you nor where we nice and i would love to apologize on the behalf of me and my siblings because if she wasn't there helping I don't think we would of turned out the way we did. I think we would of been spoiled with no sence of judgment nor would we know anything about law she has help all of us in ways that we all lacked in. I never said it to you or her but I'm glade you guys got married even if it isn't official yet of her. Sure she was and is strict with a couple of things but who wouldn't be. this was her fist go as a parent and I'm glade she would make sure that we wouldn't get sick even if that means drinking that horrible vitamin c drink. You picked the right woman to be with she might beget over protective of you and she might get mad fast but I'm glade you didn't listen to me when you asked me if you should marry her and I said don't that I already have a mom and didn't want another . But if you did listen nothing would be the same everything would be different. It would be boring we wouldn't have done a lot of the things we done we also wouldn't have the block busters movie marathons we had when i was younger. we wouldn't have gone to the arcade or gone on rides that where pointless but where full of laughter. I would of never tried different types of food or drinks but most of all I don't think I have seen you so happy in all my life when you weren't with her. In all of what I say I wish one day you will see the bright side of things. From where you started to now you have gotten better and I will forever love you. you are the best you and no one can tell you different. No matter what I've seen you go down to your worst and come out fighting. Every time we need you you will always be there for us and I'm glade I can call you both mothers.
By Autumn Beaty4 years ago in Families
In Our Eyes
Dear Mom, Writing a letter to a woman who responds with “K” on every message I send her is a frustrating, but important task. Though your responses are dry and bland and sometimes they almost seem hurtful, I know you read every word I say. In your eyes, I never respond, I ignore the calls, silence the notifications, look away when you speak to me… In your eyes, you mean nothing to me. In my eyes, you’re the world. I sometimes imagine traveling through the Multiverse, just like the Avengers did in the Marvel comics, and I would find a place where you were happy and it was quiet. The dreams and thoughts of that adventure through time give me blissful never-ending joy, even if I wasn’t there with you. In your eyes, I want you to be gone. In your eyes, I seem to hate you and wish you were dead. In your eyes, the only good that comes from you is your shoes, your money, and your clothes. In my eyes, I see you as my sole source of validation, If I don’t get a smile from you, my whole world shatters and collapses, like a broken hourglass allowing the sand to flow out, preventing the pieces from being put back together because the grains are too small to see. You plague my dreams in the most abominable of ways. In your eyes, I seem to have forgotten what a mother is and how to treat someone like one. In my eyes, I see you as a goddess who is a kind and generous person. At times I wonder where my selfishness and manipulativeness came from. However, mother, there is something I must confess. Though this is a love letter to you, a letter to show my gratitude, love, and appreciation. There is something that has been playing in my mind for years. In my eyes, you don’t listen, you say hurtful words and scream hurtful things. In my eyes, the water I give you doesn’t quench your thirst, the food I offer you doesn’t satisfy your hunger, and the love I show you don’t appeal to your heart. In your eyes, I don’t do any of those things. Mom, do you not see, we're at crossroads here. We think and feel opposing feelings yet, we are alike. I am you and you are me and our eyes are linked. These two perspectives are visions of what we see from each other, and what we see is completely and utterly true. Because the truth is feeling, and if I feel and you feel different emotions, then we must have different truths. I am not asking for any more than you have given me. I am not wanting any more than you’ve shown me, but I ask you to exist together, through our eyes, not yours or mine, but our eyes. Truthfully, I’m not expecting anything to change from this long, thought-out letter to you, however, it does feel good to type it all up and send it to you…one day. I’ll send it to you one day, for now, I will put it in a bottle and throw it in the open ocean and maybe one day it’ll find its owner. After all of this writing and the tears spilled on my laptop keyboard and the worry that the droplets of water will cause my computer to break. A silly worry, if you were here you would have allowed me to remember the impossibility of the tiny streams of water doing damage to my computer in any way. But, you’re not here. In my eyes, however, you never left.
By gabriella obeid4 years ago in Families
First Born
I confess, Mom; I didn't know what I was doing when born. I do know —only because you told me later — that it was a difficult birth. Something about a big dinner the evening before, then contractions and labor that lasted twenty-four hours, and vomiting until the only thing left in your stomach was bitter black bile, and still I wanted to stay inside. I really had no idea the punishment I put you through, and for that I am deeply, truly sorry. If that was the only pain I ever inflicted on you it might not be so bad, but I did it again and again. Having children is hard! We are always so darn needy. Fortunately, you were up to the task.
By Jason Hauser4 years ago in Families
A Posthumous Tribute
You died! Damn it, you died. And while I acknowledge the event must have been catastrophic for you, neither was it a great delight for me. You see, there are a few things that I wanted to say to you that the nature of our fractured relationship prevented me from saying during your living years.
By Lisa Cetinic4 years ago in Families
