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Amen.
Remind your kids on father's day that they owe their very existence all to you. Their mother probably wasn't even in the mood that night.
Amen!
I envy you guys that actually had a father you respected. My real dad divorced my mom when I was less than a year old and I never met him. I was raised by a worthless alcoholic POS step dad that mom finally divorced when I was 16. Day I turned 17 I joined the Navy so mom didn't have to support my ass. Only good side is I never had to worry much about Father's Day.
Mine's still around. I would call him worthless, but he was a great model for showing me what not to do as a father. Just about anyone with a pecker can sire a kid, but it takes someone special to be a dad.
My dad worked so much I almost never saw him. Shift worker that rotated shifts weekly. He was either at work or asleep. 29 days working with two days a month off.
Dad and mom were stern disciplinarians. Toe the line or else which kind of made me somewhat of a rebel.
What one doesn’t realize until later in life is that the discipline was love. They had made mistakes in their lives or had known some other families that suffered issues and learned from them, passing their concerns onto my sister and I.
My sons had the same discipline. They were taught to respect their elders, and those in society that were there to assist them even if they didn’t like it, but always ask questions and never accept anything you didn’t deserve.
Many years have passed since they left the nest.
Both are good citizens currently. One raising our grandchildren as they had been taught when they were young, the other single, but living life from a wheelchair independently by his choice.
Father’s Day runs two directions. You get a thanks from your kids, and you thank your kids for their work raising their children.
Dad and mom were stern disciplinarians. Toe the line or else which kind of made me somewhat of a rebel.
What one doesn’t realize until later in life is that the discipline was love. They had made mistakes in their lives or had known some other families that suffered issues and learned from them, passing their concerns onto my sister and I.
My sons had the same discipline. They were taught to respect their elders, and those in society that were there to assist them even if they didn’t like it, but always ask questions and never accept anything you didn’t deserve.
Many years have passed since they left the nest.
Both are good citizens currently. One raising our grandchildren as they had been taught when they were young, the other single, but living life from a wheelchair independently by his choice.
Father’s Day runs two directions. You get a thanks from your kids, and you thank your kids for their work raising their children.
