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When I was little, my dad was a superlative.
He was the strongest, the bravest, the most the best. No man could compete with him. He didn't just set the bar, no, my dad was the bar. He could do no wrong in my big youthful eyes.
When I became a teenager, my dad was nothing but wrong.
His expectations: wrong.
Means of discipline: wrong.
Opinions of my boyfriends: wrong.
And it was hard to understand how a man of such great stature could take such a fall. Especially to such a smart daughter like me, who was above the petty "ugh, my parents suck!" complaints of a typical teen. I, who searched for a higher understanding, could not possibly be at fault.
I'm older now. Still a teen, legally an adult, mentally going back and forth between the two.
But I understand now. I really, honestly understand; not the way I understood when I was younger, no, this is genuine understanding.
Everything my dad has done has been the result of nothing but love. My dad wants nothing but the best for us and all he expects is the same in return. I realize now I was at fault for not giving that, the most honest excuse I have being laziness. I picture him, looking at the first life he helped create, knowing statistics were against him and fighting them anyway. It seems the least I could do to show my appreciation is give everything I do my all. The man has done more than earned earned it.
My dad hurts, my dad laughs, my dad cries (don't tell him I told you that though). My dad is human.
My dad may be great, but I no longer see him as a superlative.
My dad may make mistakes, but I no longer see him as wrong.
I see him as something with, I think, much more meaning and worth than that.
I see him as mine.
He was the strongest, the bravest, the most the best. No man could compete with him. He didn't just set the bar, no, my dad was the bar. He could do no wrong in my big youthful eyes.
When I became a teenager, my dad was nothing but wrong.
His expectations: wrong.
Means of discipline: wrong.
Opinions of my boyfriends: wrong.
And it was hard to understand how a man of such great stature could take such a fall. Especially to such a smart daughter like me, who was above the petty "ugh, my parents suck!" complaints of a typical teen. I, who searched for a higher understanding, could not possibly be at fault.
I'm older now. Still a teen, legally an adult, mentally going back and forth between the two.
But I understand now. I really, honestly understand; not the way I understood when I was younger, no, this is genuine understanding.
Everything my dad has done has been the result of nothing but love. My dad wants nothing but the best for us and all he expects is the same in return. I realize now I was at fault for not giving that, the most honest excuse I have being laziness. I picture him, looking at the first life he helped create, knowing statistics were against him and fighting them anyway. It seems the least I could do to show my appreciation is give everything I do my all. The man has done more than earned earned it.
My dad hurts, my dad laughs, my dad cries (don't tell him I told you that though). My dad is human.
My dad may be great, but I no longer see him as a superlative.
My dad may make mistakes, but I no longer see him as wrong.
I see him as something with, I think, much more meaning and worth than that.
I see him as mine.
Literature
You Don't Know Your Daughter At All
Just because she is no longer in a cradle
Does not mean that your baby wont fall
And if you think that her smile means she is happy
Then you don’t know your daughter at all
On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs
And locks herself away in her room
It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst
That will pass in time and be gone soon
Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble
A romance that will soon be forgot
Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase
But then again what if they are not
What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil
That you’ve been failing to cultivate
As she grow
Literature
Blame The Parents
I won't be able to keep a relationship in the future because I'm scared
I'm scared it'll turn out like theirs
I'm a pacifist because I hate watching it
I hate watching them fight
I have PTSD because of their fights
Their fights almost broke up this family
I self harm because they are pushing me over the edge
I was already close to jumping, but they gave me an extra push
I'm always in my room because that's how I run away
I guess that's called "Like father, like daughter"
I only eat one meal a day because he constantly puts me down
Even though he's joking, I can tell he means every bit of what he says
I can't trust anyone because they do
Literature
Dad
I turned out like my spot-skinned father
and I would twist and turn the dry tall-grass threads
that I found on the prairie into braids of hair
like he taught me,
and I would feed the horses blocks of salt
before they took flight in the bleak twilight of the plains.
I lived in a world of dry winds and cul-de-sacs
and reached the thinking end of things
before I knew I had no-where to go,
and I first fell in love with a girl
who’s handle is lost to that wind
but her brown eyes are sketched to my soul for eternity.
When I left home he stood on the old porch
while the wind chimes sprung chords
across the flat land like a funeral bell
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Okay, if you guys lie and kiss my ass for every other deviation I post on here only to talk crap behind my back, DON'T LIE TO ME ABOUT THIS I really wanted to write something for my dad this father's day since idk, I guess I have some talent for it or something. That's what the internet people say anyway...
I need feedback and suggestions for improvements if you have any. Any at all. Don't worry about offending me. Conversely if you think it's fine, say that. But please mean it with all your heart and soul.
I need feedback and suggestions for improvements if you have any. Any at all. Don't worry about offending me. Conversely if you think it's fine, say that. But please mean it with all your heart and soul.
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I really don't have anything bad to say about it. I think it's great. It is so honest and true.