A dad is a man, and he should be recognized as such. He is not a caricature. He is not incompetent when it comes to raising their kids. He is influential and aware of that influence. He is at the heart of every American family. So, let’s celebrate that!
I want DADuary to be something that is open to dads, moms, and everyone else who wants to talk about their dads, or the dads they know. If you would like to be involved Be sure to check with the Daduary Facebook page for updates, but we will be having some guest posts, and some other bloggers posting and sharing on the Daduary page. As new events and activities become solidified, I will be posting it to the Facebook page. I hope you’ll join us.
I am writing to seek out your participation in January DADuary. I am making an open request to you to be involved in DADuary by making a guest post for my blog, or writing on your own blog, that can also be shared with the DADuary Facebook page.
I found support, and therapeutic help through blogging (an unlikely place), and it can be a good place to start for you or someone you know too. I hope you will take a moment, and in spite of whatever daddy issues you may have (I have my own), understand that this is coming from a place of wanting to create accountability and responsibility and positive support for the men in our lives.
Weeks 1 and 2
I know I was lacking in the how to be a man and a dad area, and have done my best to overcompensate. It is only because of their shortcomings and my realization through that that I needed to look beyond them for the kind of man and dad I wanted to be that I began to reach out to my church, and my friends, and to the Internet for answers.
The one that I can’t get over is the realization that one day, if I play my cards right, I will have a little kid running around. Now please don’t think that I don’t wish that were already the case. I often see my friends post status’ on Facebook about what they did with their kids that day and I can’t help but think that it would be nice to share those moments with someone.
But what do I do? How do I address those fears of inadequacy?
So what does my father have to do with who I am now? Who am I now? My most dreaded question, the one I run from screaming, simply because I can’t answer it, not to the ability that I believe a person should be able. So I’ll stick with a basic truth. Now, I’m a wife. You know the phrase, “You marry your father?” After two and a half years of marriage, I can assure you this is completely factual in my case.
Life can be an isolating experience, especially when you go through periods of struggle and you think you’re the only one around who has to put on a happy face. It is in these times when we need others most, and, at least for me, it’s been the hardest time to reach out for help.
Although my husband is a little tougher on them, he isn’t a yeller. Instead, he is stern in his voice and the boys listen very carefully to his words. It’s amazing how as moms you can raise your voice or even yell and at times it’s like they don’t even hear you. However, all the boys have to do is hear dad’s deep voice and they jump up and respond quickly. I laugh every time.