The exercise:
Write about: a father figure.
Happy Father's Day, the Canadian version, to any dad's out there reading this. We had a nice, sunny day for it here, with the farm family coming to our home for a backyard dinner this evening.
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Sunday June 20th, 2021
Sunday June 21st, 2020
The exercise:
Let us celebrate Father's Day by writing about: a father figure.
Had a good day with my family, featuring nice weather and good food. We hosted Kat's family for dinner, which is the first time we've all been together since the pandemic began. It felt refreshingly normal.
Sunday June 21st, 2009
The exercise:
Happy Father's Day all. I know I just wrote about my Dad yesterday but he's a pretty special guy, so he gets two days in a row.
Today's prompt: summer time with Dad.
Mine:
I don't remember exactly when or why I became totally obsessed with baseball during my childhood. Looking back now it seems like I always had a baseball glove in one hand, a baseball bat in the other, and... jeez, how did I carry the baseball? In the glove, I hope. Anyway.
We had a massive field out behind our house in Ontario and I could not possibly tell you how many times I dragged Dad out there. I'd give him the bat and ball and go racing out into the field. He'd toss it up and hit fly ball after fly ball to me as I raced left and right, backward and forward to catch them.
Always an encouraging word when I missed it. Always heartfelt praise when I snagged a tough one. So many hot summer afternoons were spent out there, and just as many summer evenings. Until the sky grew too dark to spot the ball in the sky as it hurtled down towards me. Then only a couple more and I'd agree to go back in.
Dad was a ridiculously good sport about it. I'm sure he had other things that needed to be done but I honestly can't remember him ever saying no. I'm sure he must have, but if he did the incredible number of times he agreed to come play ball with me make those one or two, "Not today Marc"'s that I have forgotten seem... well, quite forgettable.
So thanks Dad for always being so willing to step up to the plate for me. I bet you would have made a great ball player if you had ever pursued it. But I know you make a great Dad.
Happy Father's Day all. I know I just wrote about my Dad yesterday but he's a pretty special guy, so he gets two days in a row.
Today's prompt: summer time with Dad.
Mine:
I don't remember exactly when or why I became totally obsessed with baseball during my childhood. Looking back now it seems like I always had a baseball glove in one hand, a baseball bat in the other, and... jeez, how did I carry the baseball? In the glove, I hope. Anyway.
We had a massive field out behind our house in Ontario and I could not possibly tell you how many times I dragged Dad out there. I'd give him the bat and ball and go racing out into the field. He'd toss it up and hit fly ball after fly ball to me as I raced left and right, backward and forward to catch them.
Always an encouraging word when I missed it. Always heartfelt praise when I snagged a tough one. So many hot summer afternoons were spent out there, and just as many summer evenings. Until the sky grew too dark to spot the ball in the sky as it hurtled down towards me. Then only a couple more and I'd agree to go back in.
Dad was a ridiculously good sport about it. I'm sure he had other things that needed to be done but I honestly can't remember him ever saying no. I'm sure he must have, but if he did the incredible number of times he agreed to come play ball with me make those one or two, "Not today Marc"'s that I have forgotten seem... well, quite forgettable.
So thanks Dad for always being so willing to step up to the plate for me. I bet you would have made a great ball player if you had ever pursued it. But I know you make a great Dad.
Sunday June 15th, 2008
The exercise:
It's Father's Day - write about your dad, about being a dad, becoming a dad, being your own dad or however you want to approach the subject of fatherhood.
Mine:
Slow to anger, listening fully, silently, at peace with the world,
He is Patience.
Unending selflessness, encouragement and support,
He is Generosity.
Sweat on the brow, dirt on the hands, grease on the shirt,
He is Hard Work.
The look in his eyes, the way he carries himself,
He is Quiet Confidence.
Loves his wife, loves his kids,
He is a Family Man.
Fair man, kind man, holy man,
He is my Moral Compass.
My model of a man, what I hope to be,
He is my Father.
Happy Father's Day Dad.
It's Father's Day - write about your dad, about being a dad, becoming a dad, being your own dad or however you want to approach the subject of fatherhood.
Mine:
Slow to anger, listening fully, silently, at peace with the world,
He is Patience.
Unending selflessness, encouragement and support,
He is Generosity.
Sweat on the brow, dirt on the hands, grease on the shirt,
He is Hard Work.
The look in his eyes, the way he carries himself,
He is Quiet Confidence.
Loves his wife, loves his kids,
He is a Family Man.
Fair man, kind man, holy man,
He is my Moral Compass.
My model of a man, what I hope to be,
He is my Father.
Happy Father's Day Dad.
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