Tell us about your father. What do you love or admire about him? How has he helped you in your life?
If you are a mother, feel free to also tell us about the father of your children.
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My father is a wonderful man. He is smart and caring. Now as an adult, I realize that he sacrificed a lot to be our dad. He is an attorney, and he gave up working in a law firm and working 60, 70+ hours a week to work in his own office and make a little less but able home every night for dinner. He (and my mom) taught us hard work, service, and determination. He’s a protector. I love him.
My Dad is a hard worker. I remember when I was five, my dad was 27, he had 3 kids with one on the way and he lost his job. I was kind of oblivious but parts of experience stick out. I was entering Kindergarden and my mom had bought me some brand new hush puppy shoes at a local shoe store. I loved them, and they made me feel special about being old enough to be starting school.
When we got home from the shoe store my mom looked for the bag with the new shoes and couldn’t find it. She remembered putting the bag on top of the car so that she could put the kids into the car safely. She decided that she must have left the bag on top of the roof and drove off. My mom started to cry and then we retraced our drive back and forth to the shoe store but never found the shoes. When we got home my mom sobbed and sobbed because they couldn’t afford to buy me another pair of shoes. That was the first time I felt the effects of my dad losing his job.
The next memory I have of this time is from my Dad. I remember him selling his fancy car, strapping a ladder to the top of our old blue Malibu and going to work doing anything and everything. He sold items door to door and started a sign business with just a ladder and that blue car.
To think of the symbolism of just my dad, a ladder and a car starting a business alone and from scratch makes me proud. My husband and I now own that business that my dad built from the ground up. We benefit from the good name he built up for the company still today.
My dad taught me that hard work is rewarding, and that family time is the reward for that hard work.
My Dad isn’t perfect, but as I’ve gotten older I realize the things he has done for me and that I would be a different person without him.
He taught me to be myself, even if it meant a little rebelliousnes. He supported knowledge, reading, and doing challenging things. My Dad was also a great example of work ethic, he always did all he could to take care of our family, working long hot hours in construction. He also gave me a taste for oldies rock 🙂
I have had posts about my dad before, so this time I would like to talk a little bit about my husband. These are some of my favorite things about him.
* He once went to a dance with a girl that was not so popular and was a true gentleman about it. He had a good time with her and helped her feel like she had a good time too.
* He worked at his father’s nursing home, when his father contracted MS and could not live at home anymore. He worked as a janitor so he could eat lunch or dinner with his Dad on his lunch break as well as spend time with him in general.
* He always volunteers at church to help out, even when no one else will do it (even if he complains a little 🙂 ).
* He is affectionate and does not go past me without a little hug, kiss or pat.
* He always explains the end of the movie to me when I fall asleep (which happens a lot).
My Sweet Dad:
There are so many things that I love about my Dad. It is hard for me even know where to start.
My dad is tough and sweet, strong but gentle.
As a construction worker he knows how to work hard. I fondly remember Saturday mornings working outside. Dad had us pick rocks, pick weeds, getting wood. I know that were days that I wasn’t excited about it but in the end of the days we always laughed and had time to talk about life.
My dad has strong hands, but soft and gentle too. When I was sick, he would stroke my head gently, until I was asleep. He taught me to love sports, fishing, camping, and hiking. I know that I wouldn’t half the person I am without my Dad.
The Father of My Future Children:
It has been so fun seeing the love of my life interact with my nephews. The boys love spending time with him. I think they love his quite, sweet ways. I look forward to 3 months from now seeing him, care for our son.
He has done an awesome job taking care of me in this pregnancy. He rubs my back so that I can go to sleep. He goes on walks with me so that I don’t get cramps in my legs, reminds me to put my legs up so I don’t get fatty feet, and paints my toenails.