I hated my dad for being gone all the time, and I'm pretty sure he hated me for hating him for doing what he had to do for our family. I moved out the next day, and for a period of time lived in my car and on the floor of an office building I had keys to. About a year later my dad decided he could no longer take that grueling schedule, and left his job.
But home wasn't the same home it had been in the seven years he had mostly been gone, and he and my mom ended up divorcing. The distance that had grown between them--between all of us--was just too much to overcome. In the years since my dad I have grown closer, but our relationship is still difficult.
Beneath the surface there is a part of us that will always be two angry strangers taking wild, uncoordinated swings at each other. Despite her struggles at Yahoo , Marissa Mayer is an influential person. And as an entrepreneur and small business owner, I know long hours are a part of building something. Now it's almost 20 years later, and the lessons my dad taught me grow more useful by the day.
Urban Dictionary: work dad
Kindness Counts: Day in, day out, my dad rose from a comfortable bed and left for work at his sporting goods business. During a particular season, e. He knew he would make up for the loss with the increased volume of sales. In his repair business, he felt quality much better served his customers over speed.
He had numerous, patient return clientele and made many lifelong friends. I carried his attitude into my working life. I am much more interested in doing a job right than doing it fast. I listen and try to respond in a kind, understanding fashion as well as keep a good attitude. On the downside, I am impatient with unfairness and greed. I often root for and fight for the underdog, which gets me in trouble at times.
I don't really care much, though. I'm trying to do what's right and fair, not that which profits me the most in the short run. Wiser Than He Admits: About a year before I earned my master's degree, I was talking about it with my year-old dad, and he told me how wonderful he thought it was that all his kids had graduated from college.
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I told him he and our late mother had taught us some pretty wonderful things. He said, "Oh, no. It was your mother who helped you with school and wanted that for you so bad.
I don't think I had anything to do with that. YOU were the one who taught us the value of hard work. YOU were the one who got up every day whether you felt like it or not. I'd never seen my dad look so stunned. I leave work exhausted, sometime between four and five.
I collapse into the car and rely on muscle memory alone to guide me home. When I am what-should-be-one-minute from home, I hit the traffic and it takes a further ten minutes to negotiate two sets of traffic lights. I know that, no matter what, no matter how hard or tiring or long my day has been, as soon as I walk through that door my shift as Parent begins.
The garage door closes and I sit for a moment to gather the energy for the evening ahead.
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And so it should. Because I know that Emma too has had a hard, long day. I know that while my shift of parenting is just beginning for the day, hers never ends. While I play with Hannah and catch up on cuddles, Emma begins to prepare the food. I help where I can, but Hannah craves dad attention at that time of day and she gets fussy when I leave her playing on her mat. We eat together as a family at the dining table. Now we feel like we should at least pretend to be grown-ups. I usually do the spooning — Emma has been through this battle twice already today. I wipe Hannah down and place her on her play mat while I quickly try to complete some of the cleaning.
I wipe up the mess around her high chair and stack some of the washing up into the dishwasher.
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Sometimes Hannah lies on her mat with wide eyes and she reads along with me. Other times she decides to keep the playtime going for a few more minutes. Either way is fine with me. At about p. I leave Hannah playing on her mat while I run her bath. She has just graduated from using the seat insert to sitting upright in the bath, and she uses her new-found freedom to splash and play. Most bath times elicit at least a small giggle. A soft white towel awaits the now-clean baby on her change table and I dry her and put on a clean nappy.
Hannah does her best to squirm and roll her way out of it. Eventually I wrangle one limb at a time into place and pull up the zip. If her hair is wet from the bath, we then have a quick blow-dry she has had an extraordinary amount of hair from the day she was born. I hand Hannah over to Emma so that she can have her bed-time feed. I feel like doing nothing more than collapsing in a heap on the floor, but I know there are still things that need to be done. I empty the dreaded nappy bin and take its contents to the outside bins with the rest of our household waste. I come back inside and finish cleaning the kitchen.
Emma puts Hannah to bed and then heads off for her long-awaited shower. We complete any remaining chores, like folding washing or changing bedsheets, then we sit down and relax for about an hour before heading to bed.