Showing posts with label fatherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fatherhood. Show all posts

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Fatherhood Our Countries Most Powerful Weapon

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Despite the habitual maligning of men and fatherhood by TV, movies, and the media in general, I believe fathers are some of the most important people in our society.

I may not agree with President Obama on hardly anything politically, but on the importance of being a father, yes. I saw the images of the President and his family on vacation this weekend and while I might think there are pressing political issues that need his attention I do see the value in that image. Our whole society needs to honor and respect men who are good and faithful fathers. So, I commend the President for displaying that image, we all need to see it and emulate it.

We as men need to be unafraid to be men and fathers. I do not expect some to understand that being a man is different than being a women and being a father is different than being a mother. Men and women are different and think differently and make decisions differently. Better, no. Inferior, no. Just different. I need my wife and she needs me. Our children need us.

My children need me to be their father more than they need me to be their friend. You know how it goes, “But dad, you don’t understand…” Actually I do understand and that is why I say no. They need me to stand strong.

My children need to know right from wrong. Society needs my children to know right from wrong.

My father taught me not only right from wrong but also how to treat other people. Dad, as we were growing up would say some things that might make you think he was prejudice. But, if you observed the way he shook hands with everyone, looked them in the eye and called them sir or ma’am and taught us to do so also, you saw a man who had no prejudice in his actions. Actions reflect what is truly in a mans inner being. I remember two gentlemen who moved the family like five times over a twenty some year period. Dad remembered their names and talked to them about their kids, whom he remembered I think by name. I have never forgotten how those men were around my dad. These men were of a different race and color than dad but dad treated them like anyone else, with respect.

I got a job once because my dad was, “A heck of a guy, I’d do anything for him.”

From my father I have learned not only right from wrong but how to treat others and how to get along in the world.

Now, I teach my children. Actions speak longer than words.


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Sunday, June 20, 2010

It’s good to be a Father.


One of the great issues of our generation is the value of men as fathers. The liberal feminist agenda puts men down as superfluous sperm donors. Women, so they are told, do not need men to raise their children.

On the other side of the coin, many men act more like boys. They do what they want to do, not what they have to do. Many men do not take responsibility for their children. They are too self-absorbed to love anyone but themselves. They are just boys in men’s bodies.

But, here’s to you fathers who understand that love is the proper balance of affection and discipline; keep loving, one day they will understand. I believe there is a special group of us who deserve special recognition, the blended fathers. Blended fathers are men who marry a spouse with children, sometimes referred to as an instant-family. I don’t like the term step-father because of the negative connotations. Men who can navigate the emotional minefield of not being the biological father and still love their children are truly heroes in my estimation.

Two thing I learned from my (blended) father: Do what is right even when it hurts because your reputation is worth more than money and never make fun of anyone less fortunate than you (he had a younger brother who died of polio) because how would you feel if you were in their place?

So men, be the father your children need, they will love you just because you tried.

That’s what I say. What about you?