My Relationship With My Father

What I learned and understood about my father through conversations with my older siblings was about the impact of the loss of my grandfather (my father’s father) at an early age, heavy responsibilities taken on at an early age (hardship of the Depression era) to help support his mother and younger siblings. This led him to a strong sense of responsibility and a deep faith. But it all made him seem emotionally unavailable. The hard times for black families dealing with racial discrimination and the horrors of Jim Crow led to strictness that he, in all likelihood, felt was necessary for the survival of his children. There simply was no place for lighthearted fun. This greater understanding led to a stronger connection with my father, and an appreciation for such things as his devotion to having taken care of his family, his integrity, compassion for those less fortunate than himself, and the commitment as a deacon and Sunday school teacher.

There are many times when a person comes into your life and changes it for the better. I was happened to be blessed to be born with that person that changed my life, my dad. He has always been there and guided me in the correct way. Just like in Sedaris “Me Talk Pretty One Day”, how something negative leads to a good outcome, my negative event resulted on how dads’ actions impacted my life in such a significant way. (635). My dad became a great example for me to look up to, by showing me how dependable, adaptive, and hardworking he truly is. My dad gave me the ambition, to continue my education, and become a dependable mother for my daughters and family.

My relationship with my father had shaped all my experiences with my friends, family, school and even careers.

Growing up I was extremely close to my father. He was always a tough guy to please, and I aspired to impress him and be the daughter he wanted me to be. Little did I know, my father would end up breaking my heart, and be responsible for tearing my family apart.

Every Father plays a symbolic role in another child’s life, he can always be there for you and provide you with what you need and sometimes what you want. A father can be there for you to teach you the rights and the wrongs in life, even though sometimes you don’t want to believe he’s right. A father can teach you how to become a man and teach you to become an athlete if you choose to be one, he will teach you self-discipline and do everything in his power to make sure you will be successful in what you want to do. Some people, unfortunately do not have a father who can do all of these things for whatever the reason may be. Luckily I was blessed with a father who could do all these things and end up becoming my biggest influence in life and the game of baseball.

When I think back to the time when I was little, as sad as it sounds, I can’t remember my father’s face clearly. I cannot remember what he looked like, or how young he was. When I think back to the time when I was little, I cannot remember much memories. I cannot seem to remember much happy memories with him. When I think back to the time I was little, I cannot remember of what I would do with my father. I cannot seem to remember how I spent my days with him. My father’s name is Jeoung-Woo Seo. He was born in Gwangmyeong, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea and he was born on April 6, 1969. My father is currently forty-eight years old. He is 5’6 with salt and pepper hair. He wears glasses and has a little sour expression as his resting face.

In situation like this, it's very important to be patient, sensitive and understanding for the mother’s feelings and Cameron’s needs; bearing in mind the mother’s worries, especially for mother first time leaving her daughter in daycare. It is very important to start working on build healthy partnership relation in caring Cameron with the mother based on respect and understanding. Helping the mother to feel welcome and comfort, let her know that she may call during the day to ask about Cameron any time, sometimes sharing some good photos with her, for interesting things that happened with Cameron during the day, which may help the mother feel good about Cameron. A friendly relationship should help to communicate with the mother openly. Remember

Without my father in my life, I would not have had the motivation to push forward with my goals and aspirations that I have had in my

You know how when your a kid and you dont think anything could go wrong: well thats what I thought and then everything went wrong. Let me start at the beginning though I was born July 1st 1996,i was sort of an unexpected surprise my mother had only wanted one child and she was already planing on leaving my dad when she found out she was pregnant. Not wanting to leave two kids without a father she tried working things out with my father again that only lasted 6months after I was born and mom came back home with her parents with not one but two kids. My grandparents immediately took charge of the situation and helped there single daughter raise her children in doing so they took us in as there children. How you may ask well by they took us in as there children they literally took us in my mom

I remember when my Dad and I were at my old house playing catch. After we would finish playing catch he would tell me what I need to work on and help me out. My Dad helps out a lot of people, like his patients. He is a very skilled eye doctor and helps many people everyday. He is also a very good athlete, ever since he was a kid to a grown man.

When I was eight years old, I realized I was slightly different from my dad, but very similar. My dad, and my brother, and I were sitting upstairs in our room and my dad said, “I’m gonna draw something for you guys to guess.” So my brother and I sat there waiting and watched him draw it. My brother and I were interested and what he was drawing and we really liked it. My dad made sure the drawing was well done so we could all guess what it was. He was getting close to the end and me and my brother kept trying to guess it and have fun with it. It took a minute for my brother and I to guess it, but when we finally got it is when I realized I wasn't talented at drawing like my dad and I don't like to draw as much as him. Although I had fun with him, we are very different.

What keeps me up at night is how privileged I am. My father grew up in a very poverty stricken town, Guanajuato. Even though his family owned a great deal of land to cultivate fruits, they were barely able to make ends meet. My Grandma and father would have to wake up at 5 am to walk all the way to the other side of town and then catch a bus to a nearby town, Celaya, to sell what they had harvested. While there, my father would go to a nearby wasteland to find any old toys or clothes others had thrown out. This was a continuous thing until my dad, at the age of 15 decided to come to the United States, with nothing else other than a few extra pairs of raggedy clothes, that he had gotten from the wasteland. My father stayed in Texas to help provide

My earliest memory dates back to 2002, and when I picture this memory images of me successfully riding my bike without training wheels and my father proudly yelling “I told you you could do it!” are what I recollect. As I reflect on my life one individual has constantly been there to make sure I always have high ambitions, but also be there to comfort me if I fall short of my unattainable goals. He has pushed me to do my best while being my biggest cheerleader. This man is my father. When I was an infant my father was the one that sacrificed his career in order to stay home with me during the day. This was the beginning of our perfect relationship. He taught me how to ride my bike, how to change a tire, and ultimately how to live a life full

My dad and I were in the car going to our my first organized basketball game. My heart was pounding I was already sweating and I was the most nervous I have ever been in my whole entire life!

The hardest time in a person's life is often following the death of a close family member. Death is hard, losing someone you love and see on a daily basis causes great grief and sorrow. For me that special person I lost was my Dad. My father died when I was twelve and it was no doubt the hardest time of my life. Our relationship was indescribable I was his little buddy and we went absolutely everywhere together, and when he died it was like he just disappeared from my life forever. As a young boy you really do not know how to react to such a terrible situation. Neil Ibrahim a father of four dies young and it's just you and your brother left to carry the family name. Throughout the grieving process one learns who really cares about his or hers well being and the upbringing of their children without a father, losing your father makes you more responsible and a more humble person because you are all they left behind.