Story Of The First Time I Had A Dad

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

I realized that I didn’t really have a father on March, 20, 2008, the day I turned eight. I was never extremely close with my “father” and even though my parents were divorced, I always wanted to have a normal father-son relationship with him. I just wanted to go outside and play catch or go to a ball game even though I hated sports. I wanted to have the same experiences

Not understanding the reasoning behind my father’s absence, I grew to identify another man as my father. Although there was the presence of a father figure, I still wondered why my biological father was not present in my life. His lack of presence contributed to my personal self-worth and identity and played an integral part in my willingness to develop meaningful relationships. Fear of abandonment has always in the back of my mind when developing personal relationships and therefore it became hard to be open up to others from of fear of being vulnerable.

Not understanding the reasoning behind my father’s absence, I grew to identify another man as my father. Although I had a father figure, I still wondered why my biological father was not present in my life. His lack of presence contributed to my personal self-worth and identity and played an integral part in my willingness to develop meaningful relationships. Fear of abandonment was always in the back of my mind when developing personal relationships and therefore it became hard for me to be open to others because of fear of being vulnerable.

Like many little girls, I grew up worshiping my dad. A small shy girl, hiding behind him, using him as my protection from the world, by his side every possible chance. I wanted to be whoever he wanted to be, wanted to do everything he wanted me to do. I did everything to make my dad proud of me, for years, trying to do my best in everything…all for him, yet somehow, it was never enough. The summer going into my sophomore year, when my dad was, as he usually was, drunk, told me that he was ashamed to have me as a daughter. This was the ultimate turning point that marked my transition from childhood into adulthood.

The next day at dinnertime, I was playing with my food, trying to avoid conversation. I was still upset about how big of a disappointment I was. I still didn’t want to tell my dad, but I knew that the faster I did it, the faster this was done. It was the end of the dinner and we were putting the dishes away. I was sitting at the table, nervously fidgeting with my hands. Then, I suddenly blurted it out.

Growing up without a father did not make me feel of any less value than other kids who did have a dad. I missed out on some stuff that other kids get to do with their dads like go

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was in a park, bright and sunny out , I was feeling every kind of emotion there was to feel. I didn’t know what to expect or how I was going to react. My mom was right next to me looking calm as ever. How did she do it? Suddenly, I see a car pull up and a taller, muscular man steps out. That’s the very first time I met my biological dad.

I creeped up to my parents bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. Taken back, I felt apprehensive, I didn’t know what to do or what to expect next. I ran to my big brothers room, leaping into his arms. My brother, Josh, began asking me what was wrong. Shaking and feeling distraught I began to explain what I had heard. I realized that the new barbie coming out was no long as important as how my life was about to change; my parents were going their separate ways. I was just six years old when my mother told me the words that no parents ever wants to say to their children. I witnessed my parents relationship devolve into constant tension. Each argument between them was agonizing, and a constant deafening silence filled my mind as my parents

Throughout generations, you expect kids to grow up to have everything they want but not everything they need. For instance, kids of all ages who have both their parents, tend to focus on the things they want, like cars, toys, phones, and other electronics that seem more valuable. Meanwhile, other kids with single mothers try to forget the one thing that is missing in their lives, which is growing up by their father’s side. What is the meaning of a father’s absence you may ask? According to researchers, the term indicates that a child has lived for part or all their childhood in the house without their biological father. Many teenage girls or women in their early 20s fall in love with a guy they date who

On February 28, 2002 I was born in a small hospital in Northern Ohio. About a year later my biological father left my me and my mother, so for most of my childhood I grew up with a single-parent. I lived in Ohio for about four years, and then I moved to Maryland where I met my (now) Step-dad at my mother’s work. I was very shy when I first saw him, and I don’t think I would have ever guessed that he would marry mom four years later. Skip to mid-2010 when I had lived in New York for a year and I was starting the third grade. I was at the bus stop when I saw a girl about my age who was waiting for the bus as well. For the rest of my two years in New York we had become best friends and we still are in contact of each other (she now lives in Chile).

Parents are always there for us not matter what. Sometimes we take for granted all of the everyday things that they do for us. Almost everyone takes for granted the fact that we have them. We are used to having them there, for example, driving us to sports practices when were younger, doing the laundry, and even just to spending time with them. It is difficult to imagine not having them there. Without having just one of them could impact your life so much. Picture not having a dad to teach you how to ride a bike for the first time. Think about your mom not being there to make your favorite dinner on your birthday. Moms and dads are not given enough thanks and praise for being there for us 24/7. Despite the definite need for a father, it is

I first met my dad on September 15th, 1997. My mother always seems to remind me that the day was rainy and unusually cold for that time of the year, however the room inside the Newton Community Hospital was encompassed in warmth. I was my parents’ third child and as my two elder siblings waited, too young to understand the significance of birth, I was passed from the nurse to my mother and then finally to my father.

When my parents divorced, I didn’t see my father often. The memories I had of him when I was young were usually pleasant, but very few and far between. Instead, I practically lived at

I was sixteen years old when I realized my father, Tom, was not really my father. I was at camp when I jokingly called Jed my dad and the scouts believed it. Then I thought it over and they were right. Jed was my real dad. He was already a father figure to the scouts and staff. We had the same sense of humor and we both had the same level of sarcasm toward each other. I had so much more in common with him than my so called real dad.