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Fathers Day

Festival Of The Fathers- A Blog Experience


Welcome to the first edition of The Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience. It is a collection of posts about parenting but written from a father’s perspective. Consider this the unofficial first edition in what will eventually become something bigger and better than it is now, kind of like our children.

There is no rhyme or reason to the order, they appear in random fashion, kind of like our kids do. One moment it is silent and the next it sounds like all hell has broken loose and then it is silent again. That is the way of children. If you like what you read leave a comment here and of course let the dads know on their own blogs.

And if you don’t agree with how we do it, remember, we’re men and we don’t ask for permission or directions because life is a lot more fun when you just live it. 😉

Treppenwitz:Parental fieldcraft vs. Technology
Clark Kent’s Lunchbox:  “Endurance” Published by The Good Men Project
Dad Who Writes: Language, or more Little Elf speak
Luke, I Am Your Father: Thine Eyes Have Seen The Beauty
DC Urban Dad: Mini-Kamp, sometimes people aren’t who you think they are
US And Them: Mistaken Crustaceans And Fame
Jack: Teaching Children How To Judge Others
Stay At Home Dad: #FatherhoodFriday – Things I’ve learned from my daughter
Real Men Drive Minivans:My kid has expensive taste
Mocha Dad: Peer Pressure and Kindergarten Fashion
Almighty Dad: Solar Flare Survival Kit: Not Paranoia

Father Doesn’t Know Best: How Precious Are Your Pictures
And Triplets Make Six: The Driving Force
New York Dad: Grandma, Grandpa and Max Headroom…
Dada Rocks: Where does the time fly
Dadwagon: A Week on the Wagon: Punching Bag Edition
Why is Daddy Crying: Glitter Bitches!
Diary of a New Dad: Week Nine: Rainbow yawns, and a hole in my wallet
Outnumbered is Me:My Wife Left Me…
Dad Gone Mad: A Better Man
Dad-o-Matic: I Am Not Weird 
Dad’s House: Bad Sex or No Sex
The Busy Dad: Neither I, Nor Beef, Will Ever Be The Same
Buck Daddy’s Blog: Because I Said So – Dad Edition – Dream Job
Backpacking Dad: Sophie Redux
Writer Dad: A Promise to My Family
DadLabs:Changing Station in Men’s John a Tipping Point in Human History

And there you have it, a brief snapshot, and one that is certainly not complete of the Daddy Bloggers that are hanging out in Cyberspace. It is a motley crew of men who are chronicling our adventures and experiences as fathers.

I would be greatly appreciative if you help share the love and send along a note, tweet, post, link whatever to your readers, friends and family. Feel free to leave comments, questions here or email me at talktojacknow-at-gmail-dot-com

P.S. And by all means feel free to sift through the archives here they are chalk full of good stuff. Sign up for the FB fan page, follow me on Twitter what have you. End of personal promotion.

A Father’s Day Post

Confession time. I have listened to Josh Groban sing You Are Loved about eight times in a row. There is something about it that grabs my attention. I haven’t watched more than thirty seconds of the video.

Canto Della Terra with Andrea Bocelli & Sarah Brightman does it too and so does Springsteen singing Tunnel of Love. Don’t know exactly what it is, but they touch me. I listen to those songs and others and find myself wishing that I could sing.

Second confession. If I could sing, I mean if I could really sing I’d want to be able to do a couple of things. First, I’d want to have the sort of voice that made you stop in your tracks. Second, I’d want to have the sort of presence that made you feel like that when I was singing it was for you only.

Third confession. I do sing and have sung for you before. You might not remember, or perhaps you do, that day so long ago on Hampshire Road or was it somewhere else, in a secret garden all of our own. The world that no one else has seen. There I sang softly, quietly because that is the only way that my voice sounds ok.

Perhaps I shall sing again for you, perhaps not. Somewhere, some day along that Hampshire Road.

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The kids couldn’t wait until Father’s Day to give me their gifts. They were far too excited and insisted on my receiving them earlier this week. I didn’t mind. They were both handmade and will be gifts that I hold onto for more than just sentimental reasons.

The big guy gave me a travel mug that has a note from him and a picture of him holding a football. His sister the dark haired beauty gave me a desk tool that holds papers and was decorated by her. I don’t want her to feel like she is getting the short shrift here because I am already using it. It really is something that is helping me to stay organized and it is beautiful because she made it.

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As it happens tomorrow is the third yahrtzheit of the death of my paternal grandfather. I have been fortunate to have been close to my grandfathers and am glad that I still have my maternal to hang out with. But not a day goes by that I don’t think about my other grandfather.

Tomorrow I’ll see my dad and we’ll celebrate Father’s Day together, but it will be different for me. Different because I’ll get to do it as both a son and a father. It is different because when things are hard and I feel like I need to lean on my father I can still do it. If I want his advice or to just bitch about things, he is there.

But my dad doesn’t have that option any more. I haven’t forgotten listening to him talk at the funeral and how he said that his father was his hero.

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Three years have passed since I had to call my father and tell him that grandpa had died. Fifteen since I had to tell him that his little brother had died. When my grandmother died I was young, so I didn’t have to pass that news along.

He doesn’t hold it against me and never would, but when I think about it I sometimes feel badly.

Tomorrow night he’ll celebrate the day with half of his grandchildren and most of his children. It will be a lot of fun, but I am sure that there will be a moment or two where he thinks about his dad and misses being able to talk to him.

Not because he is in dire need of his help, but because sometimes it is nice to be able to talk to your dad. Because there are moments where it is just nice. One of the best Father’s Day gifts I got was reading my son’s report card. It was just awesome to see how we’ll he had done and to read about how much he had grown.

I couldn’t help but call my folks and tell them about their grandson. The kid is smart and has always done well, but this was just something else. I got a lot of pleasure out of telling them about him and how he deserved most of the credit because had done the work.

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So tomorrow I’ll make a point of asking him if he wants to go visit grandpa. And if he does I’ll offer to drive and the two of us will go say hi. And if not, well that is ok with me because it is Father’s Day and the whole point is to ask my father what he wants for his day.

Happy Father’s Day Dad, I love you.

Happy Father’s Day

Short on time so I’ll throw out a few old posts for your review. First is Haveil Havalim #121- Thank Your Father Edition which contains links to my posts:

A Father’s Day Post and Father’s Love Their Daddies Too.

On a side note I predict that if you sift through HH #121 you’ll find that at least 20% of those bloggers have given up on blogging.

Happy Father’s Day to all.

(I’ll try to come back later and prepare a proper post.)

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