My parents divorced when I was around the age of 8, my mother moved us from Texas to Florida, giving my Father visitation during the summers. My Mother did everything she could to portray him as a terrible Father who loved us but didn’t really care enough to do anything. Looking back now, she contradicted herself most often trying to make it look like...
Too bad there is not a guide on how to be a great parent, in this case a great Dad. I’m a single Mom with an 11year old son, and it is the best, most rewarding job I have ever had in my life. It is also the hardest job I have ever had. One of the most important things I want to teach my son is...
What do I as a daughter wish my father had known? That I missed him more than I, as a young teen, knew how to articulate, and I still do, now that he is gone.That I wanted his attention, love, approval and ADVICE, but didn't know how to ask for that either.That I was stuck in rebellion, breaking away from his and my mother's influence, and it wasn't personal against him...
There were two sides to my relationship with my father. One side strengthened me significantly and helped me to grow as a person; the other side caused me damage that affected me through my adult life, until I became more conscious of my own patterns. I would like to write about both sides...
To the dads reading this, I applaud you, don’t give up. Really, I could end there.
What an honor to be part of such an incredible project. My perspective offered to you comes from a daughter who granted her father’s deathbed plea for forgiveness, and a mother standing in the gap for her daughters and their dad...