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To Every Dad that has ever…Happy Father’s Day

June 20, 2010

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This goes out to all of you dads who have

–       held your child right after they were born

–       gotten up in the middle of the night to rock your baby to sleep

–      changed a diaper but put it on backwards or stuck your hand with a pin (now I’m dating myself)

–       tasted the baby food to make sure it was the right temperature-even the peas

–      been a horse while your kids have been the cowboy (or cowgirl)

–      played catch with your child

–      pulled your child as far back as they can go in a swing so that you could run forward and let them fly high

–      prepared the bandage for an “owie” and kissed a “boo boo” on your child

–      taken off or waited to go to work to attend your childs school play or watched them walk up those bus stairs for the first time

–      wrestled with your kid until you were both exhausted (ok—only you were exhausted)

–      set your child on a brand new bike with streamers, bells and horns and then walked with them holding tightly, jogged releasing your grip a little and eventually letting them go down the street praying they wouldn’t fall.  And then doing it again, and again, and again until they went all by themselves

–      cuddled with your kids under the covers because they just had a nightmare

–      given up a nights sleep so that your child could have a sleep-over with 7 of the loudest kids you’ve ever heard

–      had to tell your child “no” to something that you knew would not be good for them

–      said “yes” to your child even when you felt like saying “no” because you knew they were growing up

–      left the office with work to be done so you could enjoy dinner together at home

–      planned an activity that you knew your child wanted to do, even if it wasn’t your “cup o’ tea”

–      kneeled next to your child as they “got sick” in the bathroom while you rubbed their back and just cleaned up any mess and carried them back to bed.

–      sat watching your child’s baseball or soccer game even when it was 45 degrees and windy

–      taken your child on regular dates—just you and he/she

–       told your child you loved them

–      hurt inside when they made a bad choice–disciplined them but never let them feel abandoned or disgraced—no matter how bad their choice was

–       loved your wives well as an example to your kids

–       just sat and listened to your child and looked into their eyes as they spoke (no newspaper, TV or computer to disrupt you)

–       had THE talk with your adolescent

–       cried with your child

–       asked forgiveness from your child

–       laughed with your child—I mean really laughed—the belly-kind of laugh

–       sat on the passenger side of your car, nearly putting your feet through the floor board as they learned about the physics of an automobile in motion and time needed to stop

–       taken your family on a vacation

–       waited up for them every night they were out making sure they got home safely

–       given them one of the great dad cliché’s like, “this is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you” or “don’t make me stop this car”

–       took the time to chat with the young man who was about to take your daughter on a date—just letting him know that this was no ordinary date because she is no ordinary girl

–       talked to your son about how to treat a woman

–       written your child a letter telling them how proud you are of them

–       shared the truth of God with them, talked to them about God and lead them to a foundation from which they could enter into a personal relationship with God

–       worn out the carpet in front of their bedrooms while you prayed for them, their faith, their future spouse and their choices in life

–       stood by them when they made poor (sometimes damagingly poor) choices; told them you loved them; exacted appropriate discipline but didn’t shame them or let them feel abandoned

–       been a friend to their friends

–       taught them a hobby or sport

–       sat in the auditorium as their names were announced for graduation

–       drove them up to college for the first time with a car full of stuff and then drove back—vehicle empty—eyes full (of tears)

–       walked a daughter down the aisle or watched your son take a woman into his arms so that they could begin a new life and start a new family yet continuing all the things you’ve built into them

–       held your first grandchild and felt the tears of joy run down your face knowing another generation has been launched…

To all of you dads who have experienced any, all and/or much more than the above and know what it means to be a father—from all of us at DadPad—you are our hero

HAPPY FATHER’S

DAY

From the Set of Courageous: A Sheriffs Heart

June 17, 2010

If you ever want to really see the power of a father in a child’s life (good or bad) just ask someone to share thoughts about what they would say to their dad if he was standing there next to them at that moment.  I had that opportunity as I worked on the set of Courageous as part of my job at FamilyLife and helping with the promotion of fatherhood issues raised in the movie via social media.  Nearly every time I asked that at the end of an interview I conducted emotions were raw and sometimes there were tears–both joy and pain.  The movie is still being filmed and won’t be released until 2011.  But, there is so much power coming through the movie that I wanted to share or repost a blog article from Courageous Movie’s website/blog. And, since we are nearing father’s day, it’s appropriate to listen to and think about.

From Courageous Movie website:

When Sherwood Pictures was filming Fireproof, the support of the Albany Fire Department was an important element in helping the film realistically portray the realities firefighters face on a daily basis.

With Courageous, the support of the Dougherty County Sheriff’s Department, led by Sheriff Kevin Sproul, has been equally important—and equally impressive. Members of the Sheriff’s Department have been on set at different times throughout the filming, including Sheriff.

Stephen Kendrick spoke with Sheriff Sproul this week, but the focus of their conversation wasn’t on moviemaking or law enforcement. Instead, they spoke about the power of a father.

When we hear that phrase, we want to think about the positive influence of a dad in a child’s life. But in this video, Sheriff Sproul tells how he saw a father’s impact unfortunately played out in the life of a young man he coached in youth baseball.

As Father’s Day arrives this weekend, our prayer becomes more intense that dads everywhere will be inspired by Courageous to stand strongly and proudly proclaim, “But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”

Dad Day: Gifts and Laughs

June 15, 2010

Ties.  Ugly Shirts.  Suspenders.  Hammocks.  What do all these have in common?  Well, they are typically some of the most often cited gifts that dad’s either actually or supposedly receive for Father’s Day (which, by the way is this Sunday for my kids who might be reading this—yea right ;).  For the most part, my family has done well to provide nicely chosen, practical and useful gifts.  I really can’t offer any funny anecdotal story about some hilarious gift I received from my kids.  But, I know some of you can!  So, here’s the deal.

What are some of the most funny, useless, returnable, memorable, or otherwise discussion-worthy gifts you’ve ever received (or given) on Father’s Day?

P.S.  For a list of what NOT to give Dad this year, check out this list:

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DadPad Quotes & Notes: Soap on a Rope?

March 12, 2010

Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.  ~Bill Cosby

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Most of you (if you’re under the age of 40) probably have never seen soap-on-a-rope.  Maybe today it would be substituted for an ugly tie or cartoon imprinted boxers.  Well, I could launch into a “van ride chat” (my kids would be able to tell you that a van was my favorite place to share a “lesson of life” (or a boring monologue in their presence) because they couldn’t escape my “sage” advice.  But, Bill Cosby is a funny guy and even I can’t try to take something that was meant to be a little tongue in cheek and turn it into some lesson.

So, today’s post is simple (and meant to be interactive):  What’s the funniest (or lamest) gift you’ve ever received as a dad or given to your dad (either intentionally or in retrospect you realized how silly it was)?  And, what was your reply (or your dad’s reply) when the gift was given?  (who knows, maybe we’ll generate a lot of ideas for Father’s Day in June 🙂

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Father’s Day Memories-a series Pt 2: Weekly Dad

June 14, 2009

Here’s the 2nd installment of our Father’s Day series.

Batter UP: Jeff Abramovitz; On Deck–Leary Gates!

My birth father wasn’t in my home growing up, or at least not for very long.  I don’t remember living with him.  My parents divorced when I was 3 and, therefore, I don’t recall ever waking up and walking over to my dad while he lived in our home.  Yet, unlike many with a very similar tale, my dad was in town and did make the effort to see me on a regular basis as I grew up.

My earliest memories of my dad are of him arriving to my house on a Sunday morning. He and my mom had an unusually amicable relationship (it wasn’t unusual for me as a child since it was all I knew but, obviously, I have come to find out that it was rare). After a few minutes of “chat”, we would leave. Most of the time we would stop by a place to pick up lunch and then it was off to his apartment.

When I was 10, my dad purchased his first set of Minnesota Viking season tickets. I remember sitting in old Memorial Stadium freezing my yammers off but loving every minute of it. I learned to love football through my dad. We still spend a lot of time criticizing the Vikings each season :).

During the summer of my 13th year, we took our first of many summer vacations. We drove up to the lakeshore city of Duluth, located on the banks of Lake Superior (Lake Gitchegoomy for you Gordon Lightfoot fans). I don’t recall anything that transpired that weekend but I remember it was with my dad. The trips got more extensive (and expensive for him) as I got older. Road treks included jaunts to Seattle, Los Angeles, the Bay area (SF and Oakland), Cleveland (yes, that Cleveland), and a pre-bicentennial trip to Boston, New York, Washington DC and Philadelphia. There were blown tires, overheated radiators, lost contacts in a pool, bumpers ripped off by exposed fence posts and other mishaps. Those only served to make the trips more memorable.

Despite all of the good memories of times with my dad, latent longings began to develop inside. Later in life, I realized how much of my life my dad missed. I never recall him attending a baseball game. When I dated I missed having him readily available to counsel me about things to avoid (or look forward to ;). I couldn’t sit down and just tell him about my day. As I contemplated college and career, he provided no input. Feelings of a missed childhood filled my thoughts and I was sad.

During these years, my mom remarried. My stepfather was a provider for the home but we were never close. He wasn’t a bad man, just not a great father. They divorced after 15 yrs of marriage and I have seldom seen him since. We are friendly and cordial when we meet. But, my “dad” hole was never filled by him.

Now, as a nearly 50 year old father of three nearly grown children I look back on time with my dad with mixed feelings. On the one hand, I have some very fond memories of those times together in his apartment, eating strange foods that I still have an affinity for, bonding through football and our trips. Yet on the other hand I wonder what it would have been like had he been more “fatherly” in my life. Might I have persevered through some personal challenges and decision making around a broadcasting career instead of wilting and giving up? Would I have had a healthier view of dating and relationships if he had spent more time teaching and coaching me in that arena? I’ll never really know the answers to these questions.

And, maybe it’s not really relevant. I’ve moved on and love my dad for who he is. There’s no resentment, only wonder and some sadness. His childhood, which was a mystery to me until recently, was not something to be emulated either. Fathering for him had to be a challenge since he missed a father who was active in his life.

So, for this Father’s day, I just want to say, “thank you, dad”. Thank you for introducing me to football and sports. Thank you for the great road trips we took which gave me a love for the road and travel. Thank you for wanting to spend time with me and staying close so that we could be together weekly. Thank you, dad, for loving me and caring for me and loving my family. Happy Father’s day, dad.

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Father’s Day Memories–a series (PT 1): Treasured Memories

June 12, 2009

Over the next several days leading up to Father’s Day, we (the collective author team) thought that it was only fitting for a blog about Dad’s to focus on this one day during the year when the nations eyes are on “old pops”.

Each of us will take a stab at sharing memories about our dads (some of these have come out in various blog posts previously) and how those memories have helped shape (both good and bad) who we are as “fathers”.

Batter UP–Gregg Stutts; On Deck–Jeff Abramovitz; In the hole–Leary Gates!

Having lived in Arkansas for the past 20 years, there hasn’t been an easy opportunity to take my son to a MajorDad and Son at Baseball game League Baseball game. The closest team is the Texas Rangers, but they’re about five hours away. Today though, we’re going to see the Atlanta Braves play the Pittsburght Pirates at Turner Field. We’re staying at Young Life camp about an hour north of Atlanta, so I couldn’t pass up the chance.

I grew up in New Jersey about 90 minutes east of Philadelphia and 90 minutes south of New York City, so my dad took me to see a number of baseball games. I remember seeing a Yankee game from box seats along the third baseline. I think we once sat behind homeplate at Shea Stadium to see the Mets play.

My favorite memories by far though are of going to the Vet in Philadelphia to see the Phillies play. Much of the drive from Brick, New Jersey to Philadelphia is along Route 70. It’s a state highway that begins at the Jersey Shore (New Jersey actually has great beaches!) and ends near Pennsylvania. Route 70 has great memories for me. Probably better memories than the games themselves.

Route 70 was paved in such a way that your car tires made a “ba-dump…ba-dump…ba-dump” sound as you drove. I think much of the old road has been paved over now, but anyone who has traveled that highway knows what I mean though. I love just the thought of that sound.

Going to a Phillies game also meant stopping at Olga’s Diner. I don’t remember anything special about the food, but I’m sure my dad could tell you what he liked there. He often remembered places he’d been by the restaurants he’d visited. No trip to Philadelphia was complete without a stop at Olga’s.

So today, I get to take my son to his first MLB game. I’m hoping he’ll take away at least one good memory of the day. I know I’ve got a treasure chest loaded with memories of being with my dad.

Sound off: What are the treasured memories of being with your dad?

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No Regrets

April 29, 2009

My father died four years ago after a tough fight with leukemia. I had the privilege of caring for him during the last two weeks of his life when he was too weak to even climb a flight of stairs. In the years prior to his death, I’d taken many opportunities to honor and thank him for being my dad. And yet I have one regret. (more…)