I had an older brother and sister 12 and 15 years my senior respectively, parents who were happy together, and my aunt and cousins lived one street over.
I had a lot of attention growing up being the baby and all, but my main source of affection came from my Dad.
To define our relationship like that would misconstrue it; we were simpatico. I’d say it was bad experiences throughout school which probably made me much more accepting.
Our father-daughter relationship was more like a typical father-son relationship. I was also a dancer and heavily involved in the performing arts which attracts a wide variety of characters.
They love to cook together in our kitchen and try out new recipes.He might be a well-adjusted young man full of the right things, but I was not at his age, and I know all the angles. Control the public displays of affection and in private too.I’m not proud of my years as a teenage boy, but as a parent I have a wealth of experience to draw upon. I know you’re going to kiss, but I sure don’t want to see it. Show my daughter the respect she deserves, and she’s been taught to treat you the same way. And no, you can’t go out of town together to see a concert. We spent all those years teaching and instilling values.My mom hated seafood so we would often go get fish together and make fun of people at work, school, etc. I always made sure everyone felt welcome and included.My dad is tremendously funny and a phenomenal story teller. I wore the same pair of vans tennis shoes to school for 5 years straight, had long un-brushed hair, and wore oversized sweatshirts and jean shorts to school. Because I wasn’t popular and because I was picky, I didn’t go on a single date until I was almost 20 years old. I thought it best to not deal with this all in real time in hopes that my Dad would come to his senses.