I'd like to dedicate this journal entry to my father.
My parents divorced when I was 4. My mother gave up custody knowing that my dad could provide for me in the best manner, which is possibly the best thing she ever did for me.
While I was growing up we weren't absolutely the closest, but it was obvious that we were father and son. There were too many similarities. I give my father and grandfather credit for either contributing or allowing me to flourish in a way that allowed me to develop my values and beliefs that I carry today, as well as the maturity that I've long since grown into, as it were.
My dad and I had our disagreements. When I was young I resented him for my mother not being around...but that's just the attitude of a young child unable to cope with things.
In middle school I wanted to see what girls were all about, and he wanted me to see where that homework I "forgot" about because of the girls was. Oops.
But as I grew older, I become closer to this man. While we may not always stand eye to eye (which anymore, really doesn't happen at all), he supports me in my decisions and in the things I choose to pursue.
When I was still in high school and wanted to work in computers, he supported me all the way, and helped pay for me to build my first computer; a single act that branched into learning the workings of them, and eventually leading to self employment as a computer tech and graphic designer. When I told him that I wanted to go back 'home' and study art, he supported me wholeheartedly and helped me get down here, and paid for my tuition. When I mentioned that I disliked the idea of paying rent, and semi-seriously asked if he would help me with the downpayment on a home, he beamed and took off with the idea, which is still in the works.
Ever since I was born my dad has been planning ways that he can help me and give me all of the benefits that he didn't have growing up, while still letting me be my own man, and for that I'm eternally grateful. He regularly voices how proud he is of what I'm doing and planning to do, and I don't know that there's any more that anyone could ask for.
Even though you'll never read this, thank you, dad.
My parents divorced when I was 4. My mother gave up custody knowing that my dad could provide for me in the best manner, which is possibly the best thing she ever did for me.
While I was growing up we weren't absolutely the closest, but it was obvious that we were father and son. There were too many similarities. I give my father and grandfather credit for either contributing or allowing me to flourish in a way that allowed me to develop my values and beliefs that I carry today, as well as the maturity that I've long since grown into, as it were.
My dad and I had our disagreements. When I was young I resented him for my mother not being around...but that's just the attitude of a young child unable to cope with things.
In middle school I wanted to see what girls were all about, and he wanted me to see where that homework I "forgot" about because of the girls was. Oops.
But as I grew older, I become closer to this man. While we may not always stand eye to eye (which anymore, really doesn't happen at all), he supports me in my decisions and in the things I choose to pursue.
When I was still in high school and wanted to work in computers, he supported me all the way, and helped pay for me to build my first computer; a single act that branched into learning the workings of them, and eventually leading to self employment as a computer tech and graphic designer. When I told him that I wanted to go back 'home' and study art, he supported me wholeheartedly and helped me get down here, and paid for my tuition. When I mentioned that I disliked the idea of paying rent, and semi-seriously asked if he would help me with the downpayment on a home, he beamed and took off with the idea, which is still in the works.
Ever since I was born my dad has been planning ways that he can help me and give me all of the benefits that he didn't have growing up, while still letting me be my own man, and for that I'm eternally grateful. He regularly voices how proud he is of what I'm doing and planning to do, and I don't know that there's any more that anyone could ask for.
Even though you'll never read this, thank you, dad.
i didnt get along well with my parents..util i realized that they are only human and make mistakes, and i have to forgive those mistakes..regardless of how hurt and how much pain it was to deal with...
now i feel quite the same way about my dad as you do yours..and that is awesome
i respect that!
That is so wonderfull that your dad cars about you so much, more dads need to be like that. My dad is a pretty cool guy. I can talk to him about anything and he's the only person I really trust. My parents never were married. My mom had me when she was 17 and my dad left to go set solber, which my mom wasn't ready to do, when i was about 1. I am the produnct of drug dependent parents but I would like to think I turned out ok. My dad is solber now, and has been for a very long time, my mom however is dead. So i defenetly have to give props to my dad.