My dad and I spent a lot of time together. I was dad’s first child and in spite of him desperately wanting a son, according to my mother, he quickly accepted me. Despite him hoping I was a boy. If my Mother tells it right, it turned out that he realized really quickly the sex didn’t matter, when it was a child of your own.
Now don’t get me wrong, he was proud when my brother came along 6 years later, (which I figure I had a lot to do with because I prayed for him everyday for a year) but your child is your child.
Dad took parenting seriously, if during the early years it was in a drunken haze.
Dad taught me a lot, I was his helper, we built things, mechaniced, planted gardens, and fished, especially after the loss of my sister and while we were waiting on my brother. When I g