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"Remembering mg ‘Dad,
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Prior to his downfall with alcohol. Dad was a super, hands on Dad—I mean he bathed us, read to us, told us stories at bedtime, put us to bed. If one of us were sick, he was the parent who sat at our bedside.
(He taught us the usual dad things, too: softball, somersaults, handstands, boxing, not my favorite.)
He and Mom made dinner together, every night. (I’d like to add that they cleaned up the kitchen afterwards but, I swear, once I could reach the sink, I was doing the dishes.) Consequently, all nine of us grew up with a father, a daddy who shared our care with mommy and liked it. He loved babies (obviously they both did).
I recall Dad saying that he was surprised that there were men who thought their day ended at 5 p.m. My brothers are fathers in that same way— they love babies, adore children and each has been and is involved completely with his children. To a man, they embraced the physical and emotional care of their children.
Dad deserves credit for that— he modeled that kind of involved fathering and made it the norm in our family- lyHe
was this kind of man, too.
Margy Day
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