If this is the first day you’ve stopped by the DadPad and noticed we’re into Day 4 of the Father’s Day challenge, don’t leave. You can start at any time or just go back to the previous blog posts and decide which one(s), if any, you want to do. The idea is simply to be […]
It’s June. Father’s day is in June, in case you forgot. I don’t mean to sound like a sore sport but of all the holiday’s the one that seems to get the least fanfare (except from retail and card stores) is Father’s Day. Mother’s get flowers at church on Mother’s Day. Dad’s get an acknowledgement […]
[tweetmeme source= ‘dadpad’ only_single=false] This goes out to all of you dads who have – held your child right after they were born – gotten up in the middle of the night to rock your baby to sleep – changed a diaper but put it on backwards or stuck your hand with a […]
If you ever want to really see the power of a father in a child’s life (good or bad) just ask someone to share thoughts about what they would say to their dad if he was standing there next to them at that moment. I had that opportunity as I worked on the set of […]
Ties. Ugly Shirts. Suspenders. Hammocks. What do all these have in common? Well, they are typically some of the most often cited gifts that dad’s either actually or supposedly receive for Father’s Day (which, by the way is this Sunday for my kids who might be reading this—yea right ;). For the most part, my […]
Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope. ~Bill Cosby [tweetmeme source= ‘jeffabram’ only_single=false] Most of you (if you’re under the age of 40) probably have never seen soap-on-a-rope. Maybe today it would be substituted for an ugly tie or cartoon imprinted boxers. Well, I could launch into a “van ride chat” (my […]
Here’s the 2nd installment of our Father’s Day series. Batter UP: Jeff Abramovitz; On Deck–Leary Gates! My birth father wasn’t in my home growing up, or at least not for very long. I don’t remember living with him. My parents divorced when I was 3 and, therefore, I don’t recall ever waking up and walking […]
Over the next several days leading up to Father’s Day, we (the collective author team) thought that it was only fitting for a blog about Dad’s to focus on this one day during the year when the nations eyes are on “old pops”….I grew up in New Jersey about 90 minutes east of Philadelphia and 90 minutes south of New York City, so my dad took me to see a number of baseball games.
My father died four years ago after a tough fight with leukemia. I had the privilege of caring for him during the last two weeks of his life when he was too weak to even climb a flight of stairs. In the years prior to his death, I’d taken many opportunities to honor and thank him for being my dad. And yet I have one regret.