My Relationship With My Father

My older brother went off to California to work while my younger brother stayed with my grandparents in our hometown and I was here in Texas continuing my education. We have built a strong relationship after realizing we only have each other. We have also received great help from both sides of our parents’ family. Even when we weren’t close to our father and we did not receive

During my childhood my mother and father expected me, my brother and two sisters to be respectful, obedient and polite. They set a conservative tone for our house that was not as strict as a boarding school, but there were similarities. Now that is not to say they beat us, or were mean, in fact they loved us very much but the love was shown from a specific distance. We talked, we laughed, but we never talked loudly, and we never laughed too much. I can remember hugging my dad, but it was when I was pretty little. I guess he felt that I was a boy, and as such I had to stand on my own. My only problem was he worked so much I never really learned how to stand on my own as a man. He never taught me how to defend myself. My mom always told me to walk away from a fight, problem is kids don’t view the world as adults, and the kid looking to avoid a fight probably didn’t know how to fight, and that was just too tempting a target to pass up. After we mover to Cerritos it was different, my relationship with my dad changed. He was getting home after work on time, he was around in the evenings and on weekends. I could see he was more relaxed, under less stress than he had been before and it was great! We started doing things together more regularly. We went deep sea fishing 4 or 5 times a year, we went to science fairs, hobby shops and down to the local harbors and checked out sail boats. I was getting to know him, where he came from,

When I was growing up, the only family I had was my mom and her side of the family. My father was not a big part of my life at that point in time, and our relationship has suffered because of it. For the first four years of my life, my father was an active member of the Marine Corps. His absence in my life impacted our relationship since we never had a chance to connect, and I don 't think we ever recovered from that. We’re on good terms now, but we don’t have any special connection like my mom and I do. The two of us were never close, we never see eye to eye, and we can barely hold a conversation that lasts longer than five minutes.

As a child of divorced parents life was a little hesitant at times to say the least, what do I say to my mother that wouldn't upset my father vise versa. My father and I’s relationship was very “professional” there was little to no “father son bond”. His opinions where the opposite of mine, my interests were not favored by his views. Days, months, years went on gradually shifting further away from each other, there was nothing I could do to aid the situation. I started my freshman year of high school with increased amounts of school work it was not easy to

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

My dad was an alcoholic all my memories consisted of me coming home from my babysitters or school, he would be drunk passed out on the couch with beer bottles everywhere, and nascar on the television.

My dad was once a very permissive parent: did not care much for discipline, but was huge on making sure that we knew that he loved us and was and would always be there for us no matter what. But all of that changed when my parents became divorced when I was nine years old. He became very withdrawn and heartbroken about the divorce, and when he married my stepmother, he seemed determined to not mess up this marriage, which in this case turned him to an authoritarian parenting style. The relationship between my father and I changed after he remarried, we used to be close, doing a lot of father and daughter activities and just spending quality time together when he was home. After the remarriage, he became stricter and condescending and it was difficult to adjust to, and our relationship was never the same. There were times where we would try and make things up to each other by doing activities together, but most instances they ended in arguments and bitter endings, which distanced us even further.

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

My father was a lifeguard, but not in my lifetime, so maybe loving the ocean was in our blood. As children we grew up in Brooklyn and we would go to Riis Park for our day at the beach. One very distinct memory is of my father as he stood waist deep in the ocean with my brother and sister; the waves periodically lifted and dropped them in the water at his side. Waist deep for my father meant it was well over my head so I remained a safe distance (or so I thought) behind them. Suddenly, a wave appeared and before I could turn and rush to the shoreline the ocean attacked. I found myself in a world of foam, pockets of air allowed me to breathe as I was tossed about like a wet sock in a dryer. Head over heals I tumbled, my skin scrapped by the crushed sea shells that covered the sand. After what felt like an eternity I found myself on the wet sand as the wave retreated out to sea; I’m pretty sure it laughed and gave me the finger as it left.

My dad is driving all the way to Minnesota to get a motorcycle. At least, that’s what I thought. He woke me and my brother up and showed us a picture of a motorcycle. To be honest, I thought that was what we were actually getting because we didn’t have any suitcases so it wasn’t a surprise vacation. I didn’t know we were getting a kitten. I did ask for one more than 5 times. My mom did show me a picture of a kitten that was ready to be adopted. Ok, I’m finished talking.

I dashed into the brush to find cover, the rain was pelting on my back. It was my first Boy Scout outing and we were playing a game of capture the flag, but the lightning was coming, we all could see it off in the distance.

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.

I was in like 7th or 8th grade. One night, my mom comes and asks to pack for a night and get my shoes on. I ask her where we’re going. She wouldn’t tell me, so I didn’t get ready to go anywhere. Then my dad comes down and they start arguing. Earlier that day, my dad had drank like 2 beers while me and him were cleaning out our garage. We were going through some cabinets and there were bottles of alcohol in one. My dad took them inside to hide them inside because her and one of her friends had gotten drunk one night and her friend hit his head and fell down his steps. So as he was carrying them inside, my dad dropped one of the bottles and it fell down our step. Luckily it didn’t break. My dad and brother were arguing over something earlier

Both My Dad and I are very different people. We have a very complex relationship and our differences make it hard for us to connect. We have vastly different styles of conflict, we do not communicate in the same way. We miscommunicate often which leads to frustration on both of our parts. Not to mention a big conflict in our relationship is that I am older, going to school, and still living at home. There are many outside factors that may contribute to our difficulties. One major one that adds to his frustration is my brother’s handicap which requires him to live at home without a job or a car. I have explored their relationship in other papers that I have done. I realize that this relationship may (and has) made our relationship difficult.

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.