Father’s Day: What Did Your Father Give You?
You can give something to him by telling us what he gave to you…
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We’re thrilled to be able to offer this as a prize for our favourite comment on the Father’s Day blog post. The winner will be announced on Monday, June 16th… So…other than a lecture on why “that boy is good for nothin”, what did your father give you?
Tell us and may the man in your life be well shod.
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June 10th, 2008 at 2:24 pm
Sock monkeys of the world unite!
June 10th, 2008 at 8:51 pm
My dad gave me freedom. He was around – I knew he held that safety net safely behind his back – but he let me reach for the edges of my life. He reigned me in (not always in the way or at the time I would have chosen) when he felt I was in danger, but he always let me go again. I felt trusted and respected. He knew I could handle it – whatever it was – so somewhere in me I felt I could, too. He just kept showing up. I’m 37 and this is still our story.
June 11th, 2008 at 9:23 am
My dad has always and continues to inspire me to find pleasure in nature. From the time I was a little girl he would encourage me to join him with all that he did outside, whether it be chopping wood, planting a garden, helping a baby bird back into a nest it had fallen from, picking wild blueberries, I was always with him, listening to him patiently answer every question I had.
Today, although I am no longer that little six-year-old girl following my Dad around, we still steal time when we are together to walk around the yard and talk about what we see and sometimes, I still grab his hand, just like I used to.
June 11th, 2008 at 5:26 pm
My old man taught me how to shake a hand and look someone in the eye. He treated me like a winner, even when I lost. He’s proof that charm goes way further than a college degree and that a sense of humor is the answer to most everything. Dennis Laporte: Macho Softy (no, that’s not his official Style Statement…but I’m sure it’s close.)
June 12th, 2008 at 6:10 am
My dad gave me unconditional love. Oh, don’t get me wrong he could get mad, but I always knew I was loved. He passed away over 14 years ago and even at my age (52) I still miss having a Dad. I think of him almost every day. Usually I have a smile and sometimes a little tear. I have tried to keep him alive to his two grandaughters, and I think they have a pretty good idea of what kind of guy he was. For father’s day, I always gave him shaving foam or something of the sort, and he always looked so happy!!! We didn’t do a lot of remarkable things together, but I do miss one of my best friends.
June 12th, 2008 at 6:17 am
My dad gave me nature. Originally from the tiny nation of Slovenia, nestled between Austria and Croatia, he is a man who grew up walking and skiing up and down mountains to get to school. His own education was cut short when he ran across the communist Yugoslav border back in the late 60s and finally settled in Canada. Without scientific explanation but with a strong emotional connection, he showed me the beauty of a long walk, particularly along the shores of Georgian Bay. He is the reason why I travel, seeking the outdoor celebration of other nations.
June 12th, 2008 at 8:12 am
My father gave me motivation to help the less fortunate. Although, my father grew up fatherless…he reaches out to other fatherless youth….because he remembers a man in the neighborhood that spent time w him as a boy playing sports. Now my father, does the same for youth in Englewood (a neighborhood where they say “No good can come from there” “Englewood only has dropouts, gangsters and drug users”).
He has remained there despite the fact that many have left for better paying jobs and retirement funds. He has remained there through drive by shootings, gang wars, and hopeless outlooks from the media. My father is a cornerstone for the West Englewood Community Church and School and Basketball/Baseball program that has been in existence for 27 years plus…..and this same spirit has been passed on to me. My father has given me the spirit of HOPE! He has encouraged me and many others to pass it on to the next generation……HELP OTHERS! GIVE BACK TO THE LESS FORTUNATE! REBUILD & TAKE BACK OUR COMMUNITIES!!! Many young boys and young girls return as adults to say thank you and to share their success stories of how my father has touched their lives and what they have become because one man made a choice to PASS IT ON!
June 12th, 2008 at 9:04 am
My dad has the amazing mantra, “Today is the best day ever, and tomorrow will be twice as good.” Every time I think of him saying that, it puts things immediately into perspective. Today is wonderful! And to think that tomorrow will be twice as good!
June 12th, 2008 at 10:04 am
Cathy – your comment touched me deeply. My six-year-old says that it’s “easy to talk to Nama because you just have to think about her and she hears you,”.
June 12th, 2008 at 12:12 pm
My dad gave me adaptability and the desire to see beyond my immediate world. As an army brat, I learned from him that life is a continuous adventure, and that all you need is in your immediate circle and is not necessarily attached to places or things. If you can’t move with it quickly, it’s holding you back. He also taught me the importance of respect, learning other languages, and that your day will be better if your shoes or boots are shined!
June 12th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
My Dad really rocks because when I told him that we were expecting our first baby (after 5 years of trying), he sent me a little note card with a photo of all of our nieces and nephew (his grandchildren) that said, “Can’t wait to add more to this photo.” It was just such a touching thing that came from the man who found it tough to hug me as a teenager… I will keep that card and photo forever.
Bridget
June 12th, 2008 at 1:52 pm
My husband, Scott Dewyze, is also an amazing Dad. From the first moment that we were expecting our little girl, Scott would look down at her and say, “She is going to change the world.” No matter what is going on, he has nothing but good things to say about the “girls” in his life and that goes a long way! I know that it will help our daughter to develop a lot of confidence as she grows because she will know that Dad is always behind her.
Bridget
June 12th, 2008 at 4:02 pm
Bridget! Yay! Thanks for chiming in! So glad you’re on board here. Welcome to our little corner of the web.
LOVE your post. Got me all misty, actually.
June 12th, 2008 at 4:07 pm
Andrew Ransom is a wonderful father. I am so proud to be his wife. Andy is never too busy to get down on the floor and play with his girls. He is calm, consistent, playful and immensely interested in his daughters. Also, he loves their mother and they know it. There’s a security in that love that I’m so proud to give our children.
June 13th, 2008 at 6:36 am
That’s really cool. I grew up in a family were there was almost no emotional security, and my two sisters and I are still dealing with consequences…and we are in our 30s! When I read about families like yours it gives me the encouragement and knowledge it is possible to raise healthy kids. Luckily, I’ve got a great man who believes we can too.
June 13th, 2008 at 8:29 am
My father gave us security. My mother was very young when she had her children, and she still needed to live some of the life that young adults get to enjoy. As a result, she would go for one-day shopping trips with her girlfriends while my dad was working, and I was left to take care of my siblings.
On the day of one of her shopping trips to New York City, our town got hit with a huge blizzard. We didn’t have much food in the house and we were very afraid that we might be alone overnight. At dusk, we looked outside of our window and we saw this large figure walking toward our house. We were positive that it was the boogey man or the abominable snowman! As the figure got closer, we realized that it was our dad! He had walked across town in the blizzard with a bag of groceries to be with us.
Daddy saved the day!
June 13th, 2008 at 10:58 am
Before she died, my mom wrote me this beautiful letter on my first Mothers’ Day. In it she said, “You don’t need to be afraid of not being a good parent. You will do as we all do: take what you saw when you grew up, dismiss what you didn’t like and repeat what you did like,”. So Kirsty, it’s a mixed blessing in a way, don’t you think? No emotional security has given you the clarity to define what you truly want to give your own kids. Some people might never think about it and miss it. Blessings to you.
June 13th, 2008 at 11:26 am
This is the BEST idea! It also really makes me laugh because socks are my thing…I wanted to share this post from my own blog on June 5th and you’ll understand:
Father’s Day gift guide…
“I’m so boring…my Dad always asks for sock and t-shirts(plain old Hanes) for Father’s Day…and I usually get him some. I also honor him with these extravagant items for Christmas and his birthday – he’s very good feigning surprise and gratitude. I have been mixing it up a bit with some Suduko and Crossword books, and recently moisturizer as he said he was a little dry!
He’s not easy to buy for…he doesn’t wear cologne, he has lots of clothes and toys, we don’t live close so I can’t treat him to a meal. He likes stocks and real estate and golfing…I buy socks! A few months ago I got inspired and baked him a big batch of his favorite cookies, unfortunately when I went to seal the parcel up for the post office I realized our pooch had had a sugar cookie extravaganza while we were sleeping! If you don’t already know this Golden Retrievers are hopeless piggies and eat anything and everything-even gross, used Kleenex’s off the road!
So here I am again, stumped for a gift with Father’s Day looming…feeling like a terrible daughter without a gift idea! I have a week to figure it out…I’ll let you know what I decide….”
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Now you see why I love this idea. It so works for my Dad & I and it’s much more exciting that they come throughout the year. My hubbie and Dad to all three of our boys is also a boxer kind of guy so he would love the boxer membership. For now I am trying the cookies thing again and will be much more careful, hubbie is getting some homemade stuff from the boys and chocolate cupcakes. Thanks for introducing this clever company, I will post about them as well – this Father’s Day will be a wild Sockerama!
June 13th, 2008 at 11:30 am
I adore sock monkeys! I spent six hours one day making one for my latest babe and it’s not so cute. These are beautiful!!! Makes me want to pick up the damn sewing needle again!
June 13th, 2008 at 1:17 pm
My father gave me my sense of morals. He taught me to stick to the high road even though it is not the easiest road and to accept that I am not going to go through life without making mistakes … learn the lesson and move on … life is too short! And throughout my difficult times in life, such as when I was going through a marital breakdown, my father was my mentor, my friend, my counselor and the person who picked me up when I thought I was completely broken. All this while he was going through his own health issues and the failing health of my Grandmother. Hats off Dad .. I am proud to call you my father, I would not want it any other way.