The adventures of Mommy woman
Published on June 20, 2004 By JillUser In Misc

Happy Father's Day to all of the Dads out there.  I especially want to wish a wonderful day to my Dad and my husband (who has become an incredible dad).  Like the saying goes "Any dick can be a father but it takes a real man to be a Dad".

My Dad is a classic father.  He worked a physically and mentally difficult job the entire time I was growing up.  He would come home at the same time every night, shower, have dinner and read or watch television.  Weekends were for household maintenance and/or spending time with the kids.  My Dad always shot hoops, tossed a baseball or football around with us, plucked us out of the snow bank when we got stuck, in other words, was always there.

Dad was always there to help with homework.  He did stuff with us that would give Mom nightmares like letting us dangle out the side of the Jeep with no doors on.  He passed on his dry, slightly deranged sense of humor.  He worried when we were sick or injured.

My husband is a lot like my Dad.  He does stuff with the kids that worries me (because I am a worry wart).  He jokes with them and plays with them.  He talks to them about anything and everything.  He worries when they are sick or injured.  He is proud of them and they are proud of him.

I feel the world is in much need of more dads like the ones I have just spoken of.

Happy Father's Day!


Comments
on Jun 20, 2004

I love my father, and I hope to have proven it today with the card I gave him, in which I note how I admire his work ethic and hope to have it someday.

on Jun 22, 2004
Well I can tell you there are men out there who are more than just fathers. They are heros. I have a father who has done nothing in my life but cause pain to me,my sister, my mom and his own family. He has been in prison, lied, stolen, cheated and who knows maybe killed. I have a Dad who raised me and my sister from the time we were toddlers. He has busted his ass his entire life to make sure all 5 of us(me, my sister, my 2 half sisters, and half brother) had food and shelter. A lot of times that meant he got peanut butter and jelly for him, if he was lucky. He worked long, tiring hours at a quarry, electrician and now at a factory. My sister and I no longer live at home but I know everyday I think of what he has done for us. Children that are not of his blood but are his children nonetheless.