To: H
From: Dad@dademail.com
RE: no subject
H,
I miss you, kid. I miss a lot of things and wish I had done better by you guys.
Love you,
Dad
To: Dad@dademail.com
From: H
RE: WHAT?
Dad,
Done better by us? Are you kidding me??
I don’t think I know anyone whose father was more involved in their childhood. Now, I know things are really hard on you right now, but you can’t seriously think you were a let-down as a father. Who put their socks in the dryer so we could put them on after sledding, when our toes were the color of raspberries? Who took us all the way down to 7-11 in that little red wagon, with us making obnoxious noises over the gravel all the way… and didn’t strangle us? Who taught me that boys are for carrying heavy things and paying for my movie? Yeah, you made us weed the garden and that sucked. Yeah, you ruined some stuff in the wash. And sometimes you yelled… But I yelled back. You think things would have been BETTER if you were the typical bread-winning father — always in the office and never home? I hardly think so. I don’t think you could have done better by us. So there.
Love,
H
you’re so lucky to have a dad that wants to do even more for you. a few days ago i sent yet another “do you know how much it hurts me that you don’t contact me or show interest in me?” email to my dad, and yet again, there’s no response. i know that for all of us it’s a balance of what we have that is wonderful, and what we have that is difficult–and since the grass is always greener i can’t help but envy you for your caring dad. i would give anything just to get a “hi, how are you, my only child?” email from my dad…
Not bad for a girl who grew up in The Hitting House — or the guy who ran it.
Perhaps there’s hope for both of you.
note that it was my mother who hit…
That’s a very sweet email from your da. He’s marshmallow on the inside, sounds like. Wish my &^%$% boyfriends coulda been a little more mallow and a little less beefjerk (heavy on the jerk)tough.
Heehee. Wish I lived somewhere where I could go sledding.
That is so sweet!
That was so so sweet. Dads rock! Even when they thousands of miles away.
Ah, yes. I stand corrected.
I cannot say but I always envy people who grew up with their fathers. It is wonderful to see how people care for their offspring, even when the offspring have left to lead their own life. Lucky you!
my dad used to do the same thing with his socks. brings back memories, that does.