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父爱无边「美文阅读」（精选22篇）
英语的阅读不仅仅是要熟读课内的、教程大纲的文章，还应该向外扩展，才能增加知识面。比如下面这篇有关父亲的文章就很典型。
父爱无边「美文阅读」 1
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dads favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didnt lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldnt play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I cant hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I cant play as good". For the family it didnt make any difference that Dad couldnt play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in ones life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldnt have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!
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On the way to Harbin,I felt so sick in the train.When I woke up at midnight,I found my Dad sitting by me with tired eyes.At this very moment,I felt deeply that my Dad was becoming older.Looking at his eyes,I burst into tears. I really wondered how he felt when he returned home,just in the same train,taking 36hours for the long journey.Later on,I called him and asked this question.He just said："It doesnt matter.All of you have done a good job.As your father,I am so proud."
The love between family members is precious only when we are parted,maybe.The love between my father and me is clearer,only
when it is conducted by a three-thousand-kilometre-long phone line,and only then the bad time when we had some argument between us. These past few years,I felt regret for not understanding my Dad for so long.If only I were a good boy!M y Dad didnt demand that I should be very good at studying,never.He just hoped that I could live creatively.In my life,he sets a good example for me and teaches me how to study,how to be a good man and how to live in the world!
This is a very well-structured and reflective account of the relationship between a young man and his father.It has few mistakes in word order. But the simple style suits the subject.There is good use of detail in small incidents such as the father carrying the boy on his shoulders and the train journey.
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Mother’s love wins people’s praises for its selflessness. In fact, father’s love is as great as that. They bury their love in the deep bottom of their hearts and will never show it.
My father is of this kind. I remembered once I felt ill. Mother wasn’t at home at that moment. Father acted as a father and as a mother as well. When he came home from work, he would cook dinner for me first. The way he fed me made me think of my kind and tender mother. His eyes were full of love and expectation. I did feel a father’s love at that time.
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Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter.
This family made a big impression on me. There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. You could tell they didnt have a lot of money.
Their clothes were not expensive, but they were clean. The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, elephants, and other acts they would see that night.
One could sense they had never been to the circus before. It promised to be a highlight of their young lives. The father and mother were at the head of the pack, standing proud as could be.
The mother was holding her husbands hand, looking up at him as if to say, "Youre my knight in shining armor."
He was smiling and basking in pride, looking back at her as if to reply, "You got that right."
The ticket lady asked the father how many tickets he wanted. He proudly responded, "Please let me buy eight childrens tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus."
The ticket lady quoted the price. The mans wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, and his lip began to quiver. The father leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you say?"
The ticket lady again quoted the price. The man didnt have enough money.
How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn‘t have enough money to take them to the circus? Seeing what was going on, my dad put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill and dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!)
My father reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket."
The man knew what was going on. He wasnt begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking, embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my dads eyes, took my dads hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear running down his cheek, he replied, "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family."
My father and I went back to our car and drove home. We didnt go to the circus that night, but we didnt go without.
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All say that love is great and selfless, in fact, fatherly love is express volumes.
My father is a carpenter, a black and a white hair, a pair of ones eyes brimming with radiating vigour eyes, big nose is a lovely catfish mouth. This is my ordinary father.
My father is a real redneck, usually not much words, silent as a mountain. But the simple, honest, can not cover up the elegant temperament, he always pay attention to their words, in their own words and deeds to tell me the truth in life.
Once, my father took a wooden work, nor let the father on the door to do color pretty, red. My father came home for dinner, thinking of this, watch TV and thinking about it. I couldnt help, complained: " Dad, you still think which! You play nice, people do not give you money, play is not pretty, and they will not give you the money, but also so much, why old miss! "
Father says: " no no, play beautiful even though he does not give me money, but I the performance obtained his approval, he will be looking for me to do the work, n
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People say that father’s love likes a mountain: heavy and silent. It’s heavy because he puts all his love to us and it’s silent because he does not know how to express. Faced his love, we accept it silently without saying a word to show our appreciation.
Before I was going to senior school, my father had never said a word to show his love to me, so that I thought he did not love me very much and sometimes I was upset about it. However, when I left home for senior school, he called me frequently and just asked me some simple questions like: how’s your study and life? When do you come home? or something like that. Gradually, I realize that he misses me although he would never say it out. So this is father’s love, not so obvious but
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There is a lot of love in the world. My fathers love for me is something I will never forget. My father is a very loving person.
I remember one summer evening, I was doing my homework, and suddenly there was a power failure.
Writing homework by candlelight, sweat drips down my head, which is too hot to bear. Dad looked in his eyes and quickly found a fan.
He used his rough hands to help me with the fan. The breeze blew all over my body, making me feel refreshed.
Although my fathers hand is black and thick, but it gives me a lot of warm, also full of fathers love. Dad, I really want to say to you, "Dad, I love you.".
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mothers love wi peoples praises for its selfle e . in fact, fathers love is as great as that. they bury their love in the deep bottom of their hearts and will never show it. my father is of this kind. i remembered once i felt ill. mother wa t at home at that moment. father acted as a father and as a mother as well. when he came home from work, he would cook di er for me first. the way he fed me made me think of my kind and tender mother. his eyes were full of love and expectation. i did feel a fathers love at that time.
motherly love by its very nature is unconditional. mother loves the newborn infant because it is her child, not because the child has fulfilled any specific condition, or lived up to any specific expectation.unconditional love corresponds in one of the deepest longings, not only of the child, but of every human being; on the other hand, to be loved because of ones merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt: maybe i did not please the person whom i want to love me, maybe this or that--there is always a fear that love could disappear. furthermore, "deserved" love easily leaves a bitter feeling that one is not loved for oneself, that one is loved only because one pleases, that one is, in the last analysis, not loved at all but used. no wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as adults. the relationship to father is quite different. mother is the
home we come from, she is nature, soil, the ocean; father does not represent any such natural home. he has little connection with the child in the first years of his life, and his importance for the child in this early period cannot be compared with that of mother. but while father does not represent thenatural world, he represents the other pole of human existence; the world of thought, of man-made things, of law and order, of discipline, of travel and adventure. father is the one who teaches the child, who shows him the road into the world. fatherly love is conditional love. its principle is "1 love you because you fulfill my expectations, because you do your duty, because you are like me." in conditional fatherly love we find, as with unconditional motherly love, a negative and a positive aspect. the negative aspect is the very fact that fatherly love has to be deserved, that it can be lost if one does not do what is expected. the positive side is equally important. since his love is conditional, i can do something to acquire it, i can work for it; his love is not outside of my control as motherly love is.
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I live in the poverty rural. My family is very poor, my family has two children and my brother. In my impression, my father always is very cold, I am very enthusiastic about your brother, just because I am a girl. It seems that your brother is his only one. Finally, I have taken a few kilometers from my family, and I can finally leave the fathers bodys loveless face, leaving this no equality, there is no warm home.
On the day of leaving home to school, my mother helped me pack my clothes, and sent me to the station with my father. The father stuffed a little crumpled money in my hand, and said coldly: "Save point to use money, nothing to run in the evening, take a few crogens." I also indifferent "Well", no Remember, turned to the bus. Every weekend, the school is calm down, my good friends have left the school one by one, returning to their warm home. I have been alone, I have also thought of the family, I thought of my parents, I thought of my brother, but I thought of my cold words when my father left, my heart was hard, I just didnt go back! I have passed a half a semester, I have really bone, I havent returned. Until the weather is turned cold, I think I want to go back to take some warm clothes. On Saturday, I found a classmate to borrow a bicycle, step by step. Suddenly, the sky is in the sky, the rain is ruthless, ruthlessly falls to my body, the rain is wet, my hair, my clothes, my shoes are wet, I am cold, but I still go home step by step. Set. When I returned home, it was already at night, but I only had a younger brother at home.
He told me that Mom and Dad have cultivated fields in Tianli, and now have not come back. Then he gave me a cup of hot tea, asked me: "Sister, how is you not coming back, Dad always go to the village every Saturday evening, wait until the night, our family wants you, especially Dad. Dad also said that if you dont come back in the next week, he said that the school gives you some clothes and money ... "I slammed, standing on the bench like a power, what? Father, he ...? I thought about it, rushing to the village, just is it too rushing, I didnt see my father? Sweat, rain is flowing together to my face ... Some people say that maternal love is like a mountain, mother loves like a sea. And I said that father love is a sea. We are just a ship, which will never go out of the harbor; Father love is the sky, we are just a bird, never fly the vast sky.
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It is said that a mothers love of selfless, deep, broad, but the father loves the also is not small.
My father temper is a little irritable, angry is very strict, but sometimes he is very gentle, humor, old and Im kidding; Dad grow tall, long face, a pair of bright eyes.
Dad is very strict to my request, English or at least more than 95 points, whenever see English, returned home dad a inquiry, one heard my English achievement is not ideal, his mood is bad. So, English scores sometimes make me happy, sometimes make me suffer.
Once, when English examination paper hair down, how I want to can score over 95 points, I have a look, I only got 86 points, I cried, I every English exam 90 points, but this is only got 86 points, Im disappointed, at the thought of love home scolded, I am afraid. One time in the past, I was back home, heart pounding, also dare not face dad, I went to my room, but still didnt escape dads critical. Father asked: "daughter, English? I cant say, because I dont know dad hear my grades will be angry." Dad asked again, I cant, I have been said: "I... I... just... 86 points." Dad came over and I am very worried, seemed to jump out of the new pump, but dad said, "daughter, after careful study, got good or bad doesnt matter, the important thing is that you have seriously to learn, so long as the efforts." Dads attitude is I cant catch you at the moment. I want to; daddy not only dont scold me, but the education I, I will study hard, get good grades to repay my father, let my father live each day with a smile.
I for I have a kind and strict father proud.
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People always say that father’s love is so quiet but grand that it seems like a mountain. They always bury their love to children deep in the bottom of their hearts and never show it. Father seldom says I love you to their children or does something show it.
Mother often tells us to eat more and put on more clothes, but father doesn’t. Father seldom asks your life in school or your relationship with your friends. When you are in trouble and ask suggestions from him, he would not tell you what you should do but help you to find solutions instead.
However, father still plays the most important role in your life. He is always the supporter of your life. Whenever you need, he is always by your side. This is the way he shows his love.
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Since I was sensible, my father has been growing up for my health and happiness, for my progress in learning and for my improvement in moral cultivation. Apart from his working hours, he has devoted almost all his time to me. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, its snowy and rainy. For more than ten years, he has been caring about me and cherishing me.
Listen to Grandma: since the day I was born, the whole family has been working for me. They say that my mother is hard and its not easy to give birth to me. But my father has been running around the hospital day and night, carrying tea and water for my mother and changing my diapers. He hasnt had a rest for a moment. Even in the evening, we have to wait for our mother and daughter to go to sleep sweetly before he can have a rest I often have to cuddle at night. Dad hasnt slept well for three months.
When I grew up, I was alone in front of the window with my childhood photos. When I was one to three years old, I grew up with the care of my parents every day. Looking at the picture, mom and Dad took me a happy bath, sleeping on the trolley alone, I knew that I must be very happy when I was a child.
From the age of four to six, I began to enter my kindergarten. Every day, my father cooks breakfast for me. My father is responsible for sending me, picking me up, going to school and finishing school. Once, my father didnt come to pick me up at 4:30 because of something in the company. Seeing it was getting dark, I cried loudly. When my father came to pick me up, I didnt talk to my father all the way, because I was angry. Why did my father come to pick me up late. After going home, my mother always blamed my father, and my father kept apologizing to me. In the future, this kind of situation has never happened again
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Fathers love is like the warmth of a sun to give you strength and faith, like the hardness of a diamond to show you his consistent support and strong mind. I am so thankful to feel the love from my father. Raising me up is not easy, and I still can remember that daddy got up early to send me to school when I was a child no matter rainy day or sunny day. He drove a motor to pick me up each weekday after his work and bought snacks for me frequently on the way back home.
Greatness comes from daily life and is fathers kind care. As I grow up gradually, I do cherish the moment with my parents, especially studying in Canada.
Thank you, my dear dad, for teaching me how to be a brave and responsible girl keeping in positive mind. There is an old saying "Trees prefer calm while wind not subside; Son chooses filial whileparents died ." Speak out your love to dear parents and care more about them, and I am sure that they will feel it strongly. "Daddy, I love you".
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Be Grateful to Our Parents
Last week our music teacher taught us a song, named Indebted Heart. Through it I know that we should live with a thankful heart. At that time, I think of my parents. I think they are the first people I should thank. It’s them who give me life. It’s them who give me home.
It’s them who bring me up. It’s them who look after me. It’s them who teach me knowledge and live happily. I should thank my parents giving me so much. Maybe I should think how to pay back the love my parents give me. But now I think the best way to be appreciated of my parents is to study well and then being a useful person to the society when I grow up.
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After Mom died,I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work.He was frail and moved slowly,but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me,along with an unsigned note reading,“Drink your juice.”Such a gesture,I knew,was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love.In fact,I remember,as a kid I had questioned Mom“Why doesnt Dad love me!”Mom frowned.“Who said he doesnt love you!”“Well,he never tells me,”I complained.“He never tells me either,”she said,smiling.“But look how hard he works to take care of us,to buy us food and clothes,and to pay for this house.Thats how your father tells us he loves us.”Then Mom held me by the shoulders and asked,“Do you understand!”
I nodded slowly.I understood in my head,but not in my heart.I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me.Dad owned and operated a small scrap.metall business,and after school I often hung around while he worked.I always hoped hed ask me to help and then praise me for what I did.He never asked.His tasks were too dangerous for a young boy to attempt,and Mom was already worried enough that hed hurt himself.Dad hand fed scrap steel into a device that chopped it as cleanly as a butcher chops a rack of ribs.The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors,with blades thicker than my fathers body.If he didnt feed those terrifying blades just right,he risked serious injury.
“Why dont you hire someone to do that for you!”Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment.“Why dont you hire a cook!”Dad asked,giving her one of his rare smiles.Mom straig htened and put her hands on her hips.“Whats the matter,Ike!Dont you like my cooking!”“Sure I like your cooking But if I could afford a helper,then you could afford a cook”Dad laughed,and for the first time I realized that my father had a sense of humor.The chopping machine wasnt the only hazard in his business.He had an acetylene torch for cutting thick steel plates and beams.To my ears the torch hissed louder than a steam locomotive,and when he used it to cut through steel,it blew off thousands of tiny pieces of molten metal that swarmed around him like angry fireflies.
Many years later,during my first daily visit,after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me,I walked over,hugged him and said,“I love you,Dad.”From then on I did this every morning.My father never told me how he felt about my hugs,and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.Then one morning,pressed for time,I drank my juice and made for the door.
Dad stepped in front of me and asked,“Well!”“Well what!”I asked,knowing exactly what.“Well!”he repeated,crossing his arms and looking everywhere but at me.I hugged him extra hard.Now was the right time to say what Id always wanted to.“Im fifty years old,Dad,and youve never told me you love me.”My father stepped away from me.He picked up the empty juice glass,washed it and put it away.“Youve told other people you love me.”I said,“but Ive never heard it from you.”Dad looked uncomfortable.Very uncomfortable.I moved closer to him.“Dad,I want you to tell me you love me.”Dad took a step back,his lips pressed together.He seemed about to speak,then shook his head.“Tell me”I shouted. “All right I love you”Dad finally blurted,his hands fluttering like wounded birds.And in that instant something occurred that I had never seen happen in my life.His eyes glistened,then overflowed.
I stood before him,stunned and silent.Finally,after all these years,my heart joined my head in understanding.My father loved me so much that just saying so made him weep,which was something he never,ever wanted to do,least of all in front of family.Mom had been right.Every day of my life Dad had told me how much he loved me by what he did and what he gave.“I know,Dad,”I said.“I know.”And now at last I did.
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Flowers are a wonderful gift of nature. Everyone likes them. Flowers portray love, happiness, joy and all the other positive emotions. Since time immemorial flowers have been an integral part of every celebration and festival.
But there has been a misconception. Flowers are mainly associated with feminine gender. It is forgotten that men to have a soft side to them. Gift your father a bouquet of flowers on Fathers Day and he surely will be overjoyed. Flowers, especially architectural and bold like tropical flowers, which are masculine, long lasting, tall and sturdy like the fathers usually are, can be
given. White and Red Rose are known to be the official flowers of Fathers Day. People wear a white rose to honor a father who has deceased and a red rose for a father who is living.
Men love bright, hot, bold and aggressive colors like yellows, oranges, purples and reds and the arrangements that they go for are mostly the linear ones that are in sync with their organized, calculating mind. They also love the natural and contemporary floral bouquets that are stylish and trendy. One may opt for roses, daisies or exotic flowers, if only one keeps the color theme in
mind. Vivid red roses and yellow daisies are loved by most men and thus make ideal flowers to be gifted on Fathers Day.
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mothers love wins peoples praises for its selflessness. in fact, fathers love is as great as that. they bury their love in the deep bottom of their hearts and will never show it. my father is of this kind.
i remembered once i felt ill. mother wasnt at home at that moment. father acted as a father and as a mother as well. when he came home from work, he would cook dinner for me first.
the way he fed me made me think of my kind and tender mother. his eyes were full of love and epectation. i did feel a fathers love at that time.
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My father has small eyes,Wear a pair of glasses,looking more gently,the daddy‘s hair are not many, he said the intelligent head does not grow hair，daddy does the management, but daddy usually ever not talk bureaucratically to others, therefore his personal connection is specially good,is the same as me.daddy speaks always extremely temperately,never say hit the person,curse at people are also few,calculated scolded people not to be big, although sometimes also can be angry for a longtime,but just only about one day,could no surpass in one day-long.
He usually educate me that the person must to be honestly,friendly to other,and working diligently.This is my father, I love him forever.
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Motherly love by its very nature is unconditional. Mother loves the newborn infant because it is her child, not because the child has fulfilled any specific condition, or lived up to any specific expectation.Unconditional love corresponds in one of the deepest longings, not only of the child, but of every human being; on the other hand, to be loved because of ones merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt: maybe I did not please the person whom I want to love me, maybe this or that--there is always a fear that love could disappear.
Furthermore, "deserved" love easily leaves a bitter feeling that one is not loved for oneself, that one is loved only because one pleases, that one is, in the last analysis, not loved at all but used. No wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as adults. The relationship to father is quite different. Mother is thehome we e from, she is nature, soil, the ocean; father does not represent any such natural home. He has little connection with the child in the first years of his life, and his importance for the child in this early period cannot be pared with that of mother.
But while father does not represent thenatural world, he represents the other pole of human existence; the world of thought, of man-made things, of law and order, of discipline, of travel and adventure. Father is the one who teaches the child, who shows him the road into the world. Fatherly love is conditional love. Its principle is "1 love you because you fulfill my expectations, because you do your duty, because you are like me." In conditional fatherly love we find, as with unconditional motherly love, a negative and a positive aspect. The negative aspect is the very fact that fatherly love has to be deserved, that it can be lost if one does not do what is expected. The positive side is equally important.
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Before I was going to senior school, my father had never said a word to show his love to me, so that I thought he did not love me very much and sometimes I was upset about it.
However, when I left home for senior school, he called me frequently and just asked me some simple questions like: how’s your study and life? When do you come home? or something like that. Gradually, I realize that he misses me although he would never say it out. So this is father’s love, not so obvious but definitely deep.
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Occasionally, without warning, the drunken wreckage of my father would wash up on our doorstep, late at night, stammering, laughing, reeking of booze. Bang! Bang! Bang! Beating on the door, pleading to my mother to open it.
He was on his way home from drinking, gambling, or some combination thereof, squandering money that we could have used and wasting time that we desperately needed.
It was the late-1970s. My parents were separated. My mother was now raising a gaggle of boys on her own. She was a newly minted schoolteacher. He was a juke-joint musician-turned-construction worker.
He spouted off about what he planned to do for us, buy for us. In fact, he had no intention of doing anything. The one man who was supposed to be genetically programmed to love us, in fact, lacked the understanding of what it truly meant to love a child—or to hurt one.
To him, this was a harmless game that kept us excited and begging. In fact, it was a cruel, corrosive deception that subtly and unfairly shifted the onus of his lack of emotional and financial investment from him to us. I lost faith in his words and in him. I wanted to stop caring, but I couldn’t.
Maybe it was his own complicated relationship to his father and his father’s family that rendered him cold. Maybe it was the pain and guilt associated with a life of misfortune. Who knows. Whatever it was, it stole him from us, and particularly from me.
While my brothers talked ad nauseam about breaking and fixing things, I spent many of my evenings reading and wondering. My favorite books were a set of encyclopedias given by my uncle. They allowed me to explore the world beyond my world, to travel without leaving, to dream dreams greater than my life would otherwise have supported.
But losing myself in my own mind also meant that I was completely lost to my father.
He could relate to my brothers’ tactile approaches to the world but not to my cerebral one. Not understanding me, he simply ignored me—not just emotionally, but physically as well. Never once did he hug me, never once a pat on the back or a hand on the shoulder or a tousling of the hair.
My best memories of him were from his episodic attempts at engagement.
During the longest of these episodes, once every month or two, he would come pick us up and drive us down the interstate to Trucker’s Paradise, a seedy, smoke-filled, truck stop with gas pumps, a convenience store, a small dining area and a game room through a door in the back.
My dad gave each of us a handful of quarters, and we played until they were gone. He sat up front in the dining area, drinking coffee and being particular about the restaurant’s measly offerings.
I loved these days. To me, Trucker’s Paradise was paradise. The quarters and the games were fun but easily forgotten. It was the presence of my father that was most treasured. But, of course, these trips were short-lived. And so it was. Every so often he would make some sort of effort, but every time it wouldn’t last.
It wasn’t until I was much older that I would find something that I would be able to cling to as evidence of my father’s love.
When the Commodore 64 personal computer debuted, I convinced myself that I had to have it even though its price was out of my mother’s range. So I decided to earn the money myself. I mowed every yard I could find that summer for a few dollars each, yet it still wasn’t enough. So my dad agreed to help me raise the rest of the money by driving me to one of the watermelon farms south of town, loading up his truck with wholesale melons and driving me around to sell them.
He came for me before daybreak. We made small talk, but it didn’t matter. The fact that he was talking to me was all that mattered. I was a teenager by then, but this was the first time that I had ever spent time alone with him. He laughed and repeatedly introduced me as “my boy,” a phrase he relayed with a palpable sense of pride. It was one of the best days of my life.
Although he had never told me that he loved me, I would cling to that day as the greatest evidence of that fact. He had never intended me any wrong. He just didn’t know how to love me right. He wasn’t a mean man.
So I took these random episodes and clung to them like a thing most precious, squirreling them away for the long stretches of coldness when a warm memory would prove most useful.
It just goes to show that no matter how estranged the father, no matter how deep the damage, no matter how shattered the bond, there is still time, still space, still a need for even the smallest bit of evidence of a father’s love.
“My boy.”
父爱无边「美文阅读」 22
A young school teacher had a dream that an angel appeared to him and said, “You will be given a child who will grow up to become a world leader. How will you prepare her so that she will realize her intelligence, grow in confidence, develop both her assertiveness and sensitivity, be open-minded, yet strong in character？”
The young teacher awoke in a cold sweat. It had never occurred to him before——any ONE of his present or future students could be the person described in his dream. Was he preparing them to rise to ANY POSITION to which they may aspire？ He thought, “How might my teaching change if I KNEW that one of my students were this person？” He gradually began to formulate a plan in his mind.
This student would need experience as well as instruction. His teaching changed. Every young person who walked through his classroom became, for him, a future world leader. He saw each one, not as they were, but as they could be. He expected the best from his students, yet tempered it with compassion. He taught each one as if the future of the world depended on his instruction.
After many years, a woman he knew rose to a position of world prominence. He realized that she must surely have been the girl described in his dream. Only she was not one of his students, but rather his daughter. For of all the various teachers in her life, her father was the best.
I’ve heard it said that “Children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see.” But this isn’t simply a parable about an unnamed school teacher. It is a parable about you and me——whether or not we are parents or even teachers. And the story, OUR story, actually begins like this:
“You will be given a child who will grow up to become…” You finish the sentence. If not a world leader, then a superb father？ An excellent teacher？ A gifted healer？ An innovative problem solver？ An inspiring artist？ A generous philanthropist？
Where and how you will encounter this child is a mystery. But believe that one child’s future may depend upon influence only you can provide, and something remarkable will happen. For no young person will ever be ordinary to you again. And you will never be the same.
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