My Father As A Father

The happiest, most exciting memories I hold on to are often accompanied by a country song, whether it be playing in the background, or roaring over the speakers. Songs are written for people to feel and relate to the emotion the songwriter and singer put behind the lyrics. Growing up having my dad be my role model and most influential person in my life, I often find myself in things that remind me of him or our memories, along with songs that describe a girl who is fearless and lives on the edge at times, as if there are no consequences. For me, this is especially true listening to the song “She Ain’t Right,” by Lee Brice, which highlights my personality and strength I got from my dad, my sense of fearlessness, and my constant seeking out of adventure.

Most of the time, children have a great impact on a relationship. Before children, couples usually tend to spend a lot of time together and have more energy and money (Wood, 2010). Once children turn the relationship into a family, couples have less time together along with less energy and money (Wood, 2010). Our communications go from long and stimulating conversations about anything and everything to mostly about the children. We all know that becoming a parent is hard, but until we do, we never realize exactly how hard it really is (Wood, 2010). I interviewed five parents, two of them being a married couple, on how becoming parents impacted

People always think that once you have a kid, it will be all sunshine and daisies. Maybe sometimes it can be like that, but not always. There are joys and challenges with everything in life. Many people have different ways of describing the joys or challenges of taking care of an infant, for example, some people would find that first outing as a joy and some people find it as a challenge. Men and Women both have perspectives with how they raise their children, whether together or as a single parent.

When I was a child, my late father and I would spend every moment of the summer season on the sparkling white sand of the beach near our home. We would dance knee-deep in the icy surf, kicking up the surface so that the droplets glimmered like diamonds in the sunlight. We would lie on our backs and stare at the sky, until the swirling clouds began to take on fantastical shapes. We would grip imaginary weapons and spar, swinging tomahawks and thrusting swords like the most violent of fantasy pirates. These idyllic days went on and on; a never-ending cycle of azure skies, frozen forever within my mind. My earliest memories are filled with images of my father in these moments, laughing as he kicked up the warm sand and twirling a golden compass around his pinkie. And, now, as I stand on the same beach, feeling the same heat radiating under my feet, almost fifteen years later, I can’t help but think of him. I can’t help but think of him, and all of the pain he instilled into both himself and everyone around him during the final years of his life.

father son relationship by making the son superior to the father. The chaos of this power dynamic is exemplified when Stevens is asked to restrict his father’s duties around the house, due to his decreasing health. Stevens enters his father’s chambers to deliver the message and recalls dictating

I remember growing up living with my mom, aunt and uncle. I never met my dad or even knew his name, my mom kept me in the dark as to who he was. Growing up was hard because I was always wondering who he was and if he knew about but didn’t want me. Even when I wasn’t conscientiously thinking about it, it was still in the back of my mind lurking in the background just trying to break free and let itself be known.

My mom sometimes refers to me as her husband. I became her husband after she and my dad separated at the age of eight; I remember my mom crying in my lap. As a child, it’s difficult to picture your parent crying in your lap instead of the other way around. We were in her bedroom, laundry piled in the corner - a first in my usually neat and orderly household. The door was locked to keep my younger siblings, two sisters and one brother, from coming in because you have to put on a good face. This was my introduction to being my mom’s husband.

My Father grew up with four siblings’ in Oaxaca Mexico. My father’s life when he was in High School, Marcelino Eighteen, Pedro Fifteen, Regina Fifth teen, Theodore Eleven. My father’s family comes from French Mexican ancestry. My Grandmother was Mexican, and grandfather was French both of my grandparents were taught to be Roman Catholic Church. Which was introduced to my father, and uncle’s. My father was thought to speak Spanish as his primary language, Spanish has their primary language they learned this language to my father and his siblings. My father was educated under The roman Catholic Church was the dominating religion in the town of Oaxaca during the time my father was in High school, this religion was passed on by our ancestors.

From a young age, myself and my papa were extremely close, I was his youngest grandchild and his last. My Papa was a hardworking man that grew up in the Gorbals, despite a rough upbringing, my papa is one of the sweetest most placid people you would ever meet, which is where he received his childhood nickname style. My Papa was a highly influential man who was a role model to: me, my brother and my dad. My papa was very comical, thoughtful man with a great character; this is why anyone could socialise with my papa because he was such a loveable character. My papa had an imposing life, he lived in Germany for a number of years with his wife and three children (My nana, dad, uncle and auntie) living on a farm with a great job, it was a great time for him, I remember talking to him about the farm, he would talk about how he would retrieve fresh eggs every morning from the chickens and how he would feed the animals. This great life in Germany did not last forever though, my papa would be involved a perilous car crash in 1971, where he would break his hip as well as many other nasty injuries, due to these injuries my papa would spend nearly a year in hospital which ultimately would result in him being let go from his job and returning to Scotland. When my papa and family returned to Scotland it was extremely difficult for him to find work, despite his injuries he found work in the ship yards, in which he would work the majority of his days.

Throughout my childhood, my dad was always a huge part of my life. Although it was difficult having divorced parents, they managed to deal with the situation as best as they could. It was hard having my dad live in either New Orleans or in Gonzales when I went to school in Baton Rouge, but somehow we made it work. He knew everyone and by everyone I mean we could not go into the mall without having to stop and talk to someone every five minutes. He was an incredible businessman, and my mom used to tell him that he could sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves. I remember his laugh and the smell of Windex as he cleaned the house on early Saturday mornings. I always looked forward to seeing that bald shiny head and bright white smile pull up in the driveway on Thurdays at five o’clock. The day he didn’t show up, my heart broke.

My life changed when my cousin was born. I always knew that I loved kids, but I never realized I could love one so much. He is like my little brother, that is now over a thousand miles away. When he was first born, I basically lived with my aunt. Whenever I had some time off of school I would be at their house. Even though I was only 12, when it came to him, I had the responsibility of an adult. When I went to visit them, I would take care of him to give my aunt a break. I would change the diapers, warm the bottles, clean the spit up, and put him back to bed. I felt as though I was taking on the role of the parent for a few hours. He was the first child that I ever truly took care of. Even though I am his cousin, he calls me his auntie. I feel like I have a special bond with him that no one else has. For a long time, I was the only one he would allow to cut his nails. I would do anything for this boy. I was there when he learned to crawl, when he took his first steps, and when he said his first words.

My father is not a father. technically sure he’s a father, but in every other meaning of the word he is not. My dad made my life miserable at a young age by acting like a teenager and forcing me to be responsible. At the same time, I learned what is really important in life and I have learned from his mistakes. He changed my life for the better.

From the moment a woman realizes she is pregnant, a bond with her baby is created. An unborn child will respond to the sound of their mother’s voice or the touch of their hand. However, the bond between father and child is not often established until after the child is born. Paternity leave for fathers should be encouraged, to create a personal bond with their newborn. Fathers who spend too much time and distance away often approach their children with a sense of anxiety and nervousness. This feeling often goes on for weeks, even months, causing uncertainty and doubt amongst father and child. William Marsiglio and Kevin Roy of, ‘Nurturing Dads: Fatherhood Initiatives Beyond the Wallet’ agrees by stating, “We challenge the conventional image

As a young and mindless child, I never understood why my dad would always home drunk. I remember every week seeing my dad drunk and out of this world. He would just come in barging into the house all loud, waking up my mom and little brother. My mother would always get onto him for getting drunk. None of us liked it. We did not like to see my dad act the way he did. He would act all crazy and sometimes even abusive. I hated seeing my father and mother argue. I never understood why my dad drank so much til the point where he was not conscious. He was not always like this. In fact, he did not even like the taste of alcohol. Something changed my father, and until this day I now understand what he went through. I could remember the good memories of my family before my dad begun to drink. I could remember my father, mother, and little brother sharing stories at the dinner table. We would always be laughing telling jokes. My favorite hobby was dancing, while my little brothers were reading. He would like to read and sometimes he would tell imaginative stories. He had a creative and imaginative mind. I remember one-day watching tv of a couple dancing and ever since, dancing became my hobby til this day. My father and mother loved to dance, I can still imagine them right in front of me gliding through the floor smoothly as if they ice skating. My father and I would always waltz. It was something special that we would do. At first, I did not know how to dance of

Our world is filled with so many different types of people. As life goes on, people come and go just like you pass cars on the highway. Some grow old while others die young. I have met so many incredible and unbelievable people over the years. However, there is one person who stood out to me above others, my father. He was someone like no other person could be. My father helped me through everything. It is very heart breaking to say I no longer can go to him for anything, but I know he is watching me from above. I would do anything to be able to talk to him again. My father impacted my life tremendously like no other person has before.