I love my dad very much. He is a great
father. He is an excellent provider for me and my family. However, he does not
just give me everything I want. I do feel that I have been more spoiled than
most children by my father. His work allowed him to have plenty of time off for
vacations and things where he could spend time with our entire family. He and
my mom would take me and my sisters camping about once a year where we would be
able to get fresh air and have lots of quality time together. My dad, when he
is not at work, is almost always up for playing some games with my mom, my
sisters, and I and we get to spend a lot of time together that way. Just over
this Thanksgiving break, we would all get together and play several games every
day that I was down there.
There was a period of time when my dad would
take my sisters and me out on individual “father daughter dates.” When I went
with my dad, we went out to Baskin Robins for some ice-cream which was a
special occasion for me since we almost never would go out for ice-cream at an
expensive place like Baskin Robins. It gave me some time to just be with my dad
and I really liked that a lot. I found that having that time alone with my
father was really good for me and helped me to better understand the love my
dad has for me that much more.
The one thing I wish my dad did more was to
show me the things that he would do. He did all sorts of jobs around the house
and I rarely ever helped out with any of them or even knew why he was doing
whatever it was that he was doing. I feel that I could have learned a lot more
if my dad had me help him out with the things he was doing. For example, when
he would work on the cars, or if he would be unclogging the plumbing in our
bathroom sink, or if he was just setting a timer on the sprinkler system I
either never knew about it or I was never asked to help out much. I feel I
could be closer with my dad if he included me more while he was doing those
things and I would also know more about those things for my future family.
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