Thursday, August 16, 2007

Daddy Stories

I am searching for inspirational stories about father-daughter relationships, stories that share wisdom, teach moral and important life lessons, and give others insight into how to nurture and maintain a healthy, loving and fulfilling father-daughter relationship.

If you are a father or a daughter, I want to hear about your parent-child relationship experiences. For more information about submitting your story, please visit my website,, and click the red corner on the home page, just beneath the “Projects” tab.

Now on to today’s post…

“Back when Sarabeth was a child living at home, her dad returned from work every Valentine's Day carrying three boxes of chocolates and three bundles of roses, one of each for the women in his life, his wife and two daughters. He never forgot a Valentine's Day; he continued to send Sarabeth chocolates and a card even after she had left home to attend college.

When asked why he gave gifts to his daughters in addition to his wife, her father didn’t hesitate and answered, ‘If you don't set the standard high, your daughters might settle for someone not worthy of her. You must set the standard high.’

Her father did set the standard high; Sarabeth’s husband of fourteen years makes sure she and their two daughters receive a box of chocolates on every Valentine's Day.

Another woman once told me of how her dad and his twin brother learned to play cribbage while serving in the Army during the Second World War. The brothers in turn taught their children how to play the Army way, which meant cussing at crucial moments during the game.

Doris and her father would settle down to play cribbage after dinner, knowing full well mom would not approve of the course language coming from her daughter’s mouth. Nevertheless, it was a bonding experience between she and her dad, one she enjoyed immensely.

Years after her dad died her mother asked if there was anything she wanted to take as a remembrance of her father. She chose his cribbage board.

Later she herself had children and when he was old enough, Doris taught her son to play cribbage. During one lesson she gave him a piece of advice she had learned at her daddy’s knee. As her son debating what to discard, she told him what her dad had told her: “Never give the other bastard anything.”

Her son now uses that phrase in his daily conversations, much to the delight of his mother.

One of Ann’s favorite memories of her dad had to do with his popularity among the other fathers in the neighborhood. Know to all as “Sonny,” he often set out his Coleman stove in the yard and began to cook a huge batch of French fries. Soon other dads would appear with cold beers in hand, talk about sports or work and munch on the crispy, hot fries. Any day Sonny broke out the stove was known as Father’s Day, and the dads all toasted him for hosting the event that provided a little break from the tasks that filled their lives.”

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

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