Fatherhood

Dad
Dear dad, I tried so hard to get you to be part of my life. The moment that you and my mom split up, it was like you weren't a parent anymore. At least, not mine. I have always wanted to know why? Why did you not want to be part of my life? Why was it so easy for you to just throw me away?
By Chantal Michalski3 years ago in Men
The Bluest Collar and the Biggest Heart
My father built houses, but never for black people. It started as a roofing and siding business. It was hard, big work in a soft, small town. My two brothers and I always had what we needed, and we knew better than to want more. The only thing I wanted was to stop hearing the n-word at dinner.
By Abby Seber3 years ago in Men
The Sculptor of Identity: A Chronicle of Paternal Influence
Life is a fascinating mosaic, pieced together by experiences, relationships, and the lessons they yield. In my life’s panorama, my father’s role has been as a chisel, meticulously sculpting my identity with patient and loving strokes. The story of who I am today is incomplete without acknowledging how my father, my primary male role model, has influenced my personal and intellectual growth.
By Stevie Johnson3 years ago in Men
My Father's Wisdom
Growing up as a daddy's girl, I have always been aware of the extraordinary bond my father and I share. His unique blend of wisdom, kindness, and authority has made him not only my favorite person in the world but also my go-to source for advice, especially in matters related to finance and work. As I reflect on the role my father has played in shaping my identity, I realize that his quiet strength, unwavering support, and invaluable lessons have left an indelible mark on my life.
By Caroline Archer3 years ago in Men
Right or Wrong
I've always seen myself in terms of my mother. I have her thick, red hair and big brown eyes. I have her sense of humor, her tastes, her penchant for creativity, and (I like to believe) her open mind.
By T.F. Hall3 years ago in Men
Unraveling the Threads
In the intricate tapestry of my existence, there is a thread that weaves through the very fabric of who I am—a thread that represents the role my father, or rather, the absence of his role, has played in shaping my identity. He was a figure—present yet emotionally unavailable—loving me from a distance. It is in the paradoxical nature of his presence and absence that I have learned profound lessons about life, about creativity, and about finding peace within myself.
By CJ3 years ago in Men
The Journey To Discover My Dad
If you want to know "who" I really am, take a look at my father through my eyes. Bold and brave and sweet as pie he gave and gave; do you know why? A dad is more than, planted seeds it's watering, pruning and pulling weeds. He loved when things were good and bad and sacrificed what he could have had To be sure we had all that we'd need to live life well, more than just succeed. He knew things we could never know and showed us what it meant to grow Never give up, life can be hard you don't quit due to lousy cards But play the hand that you were dealt experience taught him, so he felt The obligation to equip his kids to pay it forward, as he did Leave this world better than you found for the ones who inherit this hallowed ground
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Men
The Most Important Thing in His Life
“Did I ever tell you what your Dad said to me when we first started dating?”, my stepmom asked me while I was on a weekend trip home. “He told me that you would always be the most important thing in his life”. I didn’t know in that moment her reason for telling me this, but I had definitely not heard it before. The tears welling up in my eyes confirmed it.
By Kali Fox-Jirgl3 years ago in Men
The Architect of My Identity: A Reflection on My Father's Influence
Every human being is a complex mosaic of influences, experiences, and interactions. As we navigate through life, our identity evolves, shaped by the myriad elements that constitute our existence. Among these, the role played by our parents, especially our fathers, is significant. As I introspect on the person I've become, I realize that my father's influence has been paramount in shaping my identity. This essay is a humble attempt to articulate the indelible imprint that my father has left on my life.
By John Porfy3 years ago in Men
My Father
It was a night I have never forgotten. I was in world I had never been part of. Careening at high speeds down the highway with four young men from our community, who were drinking as much beer, as fast as they could, between the liquor stores we stopped at on our way back to the city. I was returning to my dorm at the university after celebrating Thanksgiving at home with my parents. I had accepted this ride via my best friend from high school. It wasn’t that I didn’t know everyone in the car. After all, we had all grown up in the same small community. But I had never had the opportunity to be with them in this kind of circumstance. To put it bluntly, I was terrified.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Men
Reflections of Fatherhood
Oh, Fatherhood, a path unknown I tread, With trembling steps, I embark this sacred quest. Amidst uncertainties, my heart feels both hope and dread,
By Aaron Richmond3 years ago in Men
Father's Footprint
Introduction: The influence of a father figure in shaping one's identity is profound and multifaceted. As I reflect upon my own life journey, I recognize the indelible mark my father has left on my character, values, and sense of self. This reflective essay delves into the pivotal role my father has played in molding my identity, examining the lessons learned, the values instilled, and the enduring impact he has had on my personal growth.
By Ogbelusi Ebenezer Oluwapelumi3 years ago in Men