Saturday, June 17, 2017
Bloggers Meet and Greet: What is a Daddy?
Happy Fathers Day to Fathers and to the single mothers that have been father and mother to their children.
A Daddy is very important to the family, just as the mother is. Many young girls are looking at their father to discover the type of man they want to marry.
The Daddy is important to the daughter and to the son. How many times have you heard a young man say, “My daddy was not there for me or I did not know who my daddy was.” Some may call their daddy dad, pops, or father. Then others may have had a daddy, but had no relationship with their daddy.
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1. Moral Compass
I recall my husband, who is a Viet Nam Veteran sharing with me that he was a Points Man in the army. He explained the Points Man would go ahead of his battalion to scout out any enemies or disasters that may be ahead of them. Someone has said that the father is like a Points Man or a moral compass for his family. He is always looking out for his family's well-being. He is a protector or a fixer. God has designed him that way. I recall one Father's Day my Pastor asked several men to come before the congregation and share about their fathers. Unfortunately, there was one that stated he honestly did not have any fond memories of his father, only negative ones. That was so sad to hear.
According to Dr.Gail Gross, Huffingtonpost.com girls tend to look for men that have characters like their fathers and boys tend to emulate their fathers. I have seen those that have said, “ I am nothing like my father or I do not want to be like that man.” In reality though there may be some characteristics where they are just like their father whether they like it or not. I recall that we did not have a car when I lived with my father and grandmother, but I remember catching the bus with him to go to the Carnival. I loved to go to the carnival. My father worked as a Porter at the train station in Gary, Indiana. I always loved to ride the train, it had a distinct smell that I really cannot describe.
Although my father nor my grandmother attended church, I discovered that my neighbors went to church every Sunday. My father allowed me to go with them. I wanted to know about God and what church was about. I started praying and asking God for what I wanted at a very young age. My father was kind and soft spoken, I had never heard him raise his voice, even when my mother would fuss at him often. Even when he punished me with a small tap on my legs, he always sat me down and explained why beforehand. He always let me know there was a consequence for my action.
A Daddy may be a mentor or not necessarily the biological father. While a mother is important, it is equally important for the father to take time with his daughters and his sons. I recall a young man telling me how much he respected his father and made it a point to not curse in front of his father out of respect. He pointed out that he was from a large family and that his father took time with him and his brothers to take them fishing and teach them to hunt. He proudly said that because of that he was an expert shooter.
I recall as a young child seemingly always having a cold. My father would always take me to the doctor to get a shot. I was so sick and tired of getting shots. My father never played around when he knew that I was sick. I also recall one summer that I caught the mumps. In fact, I believe I caught nearly every childhood disease. Anyway my doctor called the doctor to the house. The doctor declared that I did have the mumps and needed a shot, but this time instead of the shot in my arm as usual, I received a shot in my rear end. I thought will I ever stop having to have shots. Even so, I knew that my father always would advocate for my by interest.
Think about your father. Can you find any pleasant memories about him?
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