Every Saturday as a child I was left in the most capable hands of my father while my mother went and did what she was best at - shopping.
Dad fed me liver, onions, chips and gravy at the tender age of four months and all sorts of other things I wasn’t supposed to have. He even let me have the froth from the top of his beer from the age two and a half, and he never once complained about the floaties.
I spent a lot of my childhood with Dad in his workshop playing with a vice, bits of wood, hammers, saws, nails and all those sorts of things. I didn’t have anything in common with the seven girls growing up next door; While I watched the wrestling and boxing, they would watch Little Women and The Jackson Five. While they put on their make up, I wondered what it was, and when they played with their dolls and prams, I would go and build a go kart or dig up some worms in the garden.
My dad was the only person who could cook in our house and by the age of twelve he had taught me how to cook a roast dinner too, which I did one day, quite happily for all the family.
My dad was the only person who could do a lot of things in our house and by the age 16, I was the other one until I left shortly after, well prepared for most things in life apart from losing him.
I was having 'one of those days’ today, the ones when I think about bringing up three children mostly alone for 21 years, how fun it’s been and how rewarding it’s been; but mainly my thoughts were focused upon my selfish side and how extremely difficult it’s been a lot of the time, how that 21 years is a big chunk out of my life and other narcissistic things.
This is the first Fathers Day in about eight years, that I hadn’t given the day any thought at all, until I noticed it advertised somewhere yesterday, and even then, I gave today very little thought.
That was until I had a text message on my phone from my daughter this morning which said ‘Happy Fathers Day, Thanks for looking after me, I love you lots x.’
It really meant the world to me, I have thought about it a lot since then, thank you Miss, I love you too. XXX
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jerzygrl328
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Jun 15 @ 12:01PM
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awwww....that was so sweet of her......Happy Father's Day, too..... 
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mystery2u888
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Jun 15 @ 12:03PM
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 my little gal pal misschoos.........this is soo heartfelt.. .....I know what you speak of going to the shop with your dad I remember the photo of you .......  ...........life is sooo precious and it just takes alittle message to be sent, a phonecall to say you remembered........and.......just a few seconds can make a world of difference to keep that smile on your face............your little one's are precious as I know ......how you are with them............
Everyone has a father and a mother, some are no longer with us today......  some have 2 mother's and father's........some are blessed to have them.........and then some have to act as both parents and be both the mother and father.........which is difficult on anyone........... you my dear have raised a fine little family........and I know that from the heart ...........that you are one great mum............ Whatever life hands us......somewhere along the lines.....little gestures can mean the greatest things in life...... 
xoxo
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matisse731
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Jun 15 @ 12:21PM
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That's misschoos, is exactly what I love about you. You have such a beautiful soul, You tell it like it really is and you still have passion and dreams. You dig into the crap and pull out the good stuff that got covered up.
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PrettyGreenEyes578
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Jun 15 @ 3:25PM
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My Friend,
You capture life as it actually is in the experiences you write about.
Many times I am moved to tears (good tears) by your blogs. I was honored to receive and read your wonderful book "My Special Miss." Even more honored to know the heart the words come from.
My Friend, you touch the lives around you in a very special and profound way.
For those of us who are Mothers and Fathers to our children and everyone who touches a child's life in a special way - Happy Father's Day!
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callmemax
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Jun 15 @ 4:16PM
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time is the easiest / hardest thing to give someone. i imagine the memories the two of you made, were remembered and enjoyed by him as well.
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Tunes4u
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Jun 15 @ 5:12PM
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~*~
xxx
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TroutFishing
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Jun 15 @ 8:59PM
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floaties in the beer - Emme mentioned Tomato sandwiches -
since we humans store things as images and not words - I find it
interesting the memories we can remember.
I guess on this day the one I remember is peanut butter jelly
and bologna sandwiches. No, I haven't tried one - it just looked
too incongruous to me.
 
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