Welcome to my pond - Swim, wade, or sit on the bank

No matter how big/old they get, WE are still Mom and Dad and feel the need to fix things. I don't think that ever goes away. And there are still times when they need that.


Our daughter was my buddy while growing up. She had far more interest in the dogs than our son and trained and attended field trials with me. Then puberty hit. :barnie I was the strict Dad who applied the rules and regulations. She hated me, and frankly I did not like her much. We survived (Princess assured me that we would) and put things back together. My SIL's father died suddenly, and daughter was the one holding things together. Princess had a new car so I parked way across the parking lot when we went to the funeral lunch. Daughter and family pulled into the lot, and she streaked across the lot and into my arms. We embraced, and she said, "Thanks, Dad, I just needed a little strength." My heart smiled - she still needed 'Dad'. :love
Nice story, Sour
Man :hugss
 
Glad to hear their doing well! Taming is a good thing...Makes all the goat tasks a bit easier to manage...:)

She does look like she's about to pop!:lau
How many you reckon she'll have?
Yep yep! I think Madge has tamed down too :lol:

Indeed she does! Well she only had one in the spring but I think she's got Pygmy or dwarf so maybe as many as three :confused: She was in pretty good condition when we got her.
 
It is. It's a snowy. We went to a raptor rehabilitating place yesterday.

Ha! Ok cute! Didn't think you had taken to raising owls too. Lol

Reminds me I don't call my dad enough! :( how ya doing Sour?

Wish i could call heaven. But still think of him daily.

Good morning, gentlefolk :frow

:frow where have you been??

Sage advice, Sir. Far too much of it on the pond here lately - I'm sure somebody slipped something in the water, while we weren't looking :confused:

highly likely
 
No matter how big/old they get, WE are still Mom and Dad and feel the need to fix things. I don't think that ever goes away. And there are still times when they need that.


Our daughter was my buddy while growing up. She had far more interest in the dogs than our son and trained and attended field trials with me. Then puberty hit. :barnie I was the strict Dad who applied the rules and regulations. She hated me, and frankly I did not like her much. We survived (Princess assured me that we would) and put things back together. My SIL's father died suddenly, and daughter was the one holding things together. Princess had a new car so I parked way across the parking lot when we went to the funeral lunch. Daughter and family pulled into the lot, and she streaked across the lot and into my arms. We embraced, and she said, "Thanks, Dad, I just needed a little strength." My heart smiled - she still needed 'Dad'. :love[/QUOTE/]
I'll never forget when our oldest daughter was 19 and we felt we'd been through so much that the relationship was never going to be OK. She was 8 months pregnant with Hadlee and she came in our room in the middle of the night and woke me up, she was in tears...She said momma, I'm scared can I sleep with you and Daddy....All of a sudden she was 3 again and needed mommy! She climbed in, snuggled up, and fell asleep. At that moment, the world was right and hearts mended...The relationship tho still strained at times is on a different plane now...I'm still momma and she'll always need me, just in a different way..And I'm glad for that. :)
 
Call him. It matters.
I will! I do call, just not the, hey dad how's it going calls often enough....He calls me for critter questions and I call him for advice..But we need a good ol' BS chat! ;)
By the way, the dad I talk about that wasn't a good dad is my bio.
My daddy is my step dad... Couldn't ask for a better one, I got lucky!
 
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