TODAY, AS YOU probably know by now, is Father’s Day, when we celebrate all things dad-related.
We thought we’d turn things over to you to get some of your best stories about dads, whether they’re still around or not.
Maybe it’s how he patiently helped you with homework or school activities. Maybe it’s how he had that one subject he knew so much about and wanted you to care about too. Or maybe it’s something more recent, like if he’s given good advice or helped you in a tough situation.
Here’s a few from us here in TheJournal.ie newsroom to get started (all anonymous so that no dads can be embarrassed in the making of this article) :
My favourite memories are usually of him teaching me sports. He’s so patient and I was the least gifted of the kids but he’d patiently show
me how to do things until I caught up (sort of) with the others. We
spent hours down at the pitch just hitting the ball over and back to
each other, until I had got it into my hand X amount of times without
dropping it. (We still do this sometimes by the way).
Dad had an amazing ability to keep calm in the middle of chaos (which helped in a family with seven kids). I remember two of my sisters once KILLING each other in the middle of the sitting room over something stupid. Meanwhile, Dad just sat in the corner, reading his newspaper and not batting an eyelid as the two girls tore strips out of each other. Only way he could survive having so many kids, I guess.
We used to watch tv together a lot when I was a teenager, mainly cos I was anti-social and he had been sick. I used to roll my eyes when he’d give out about Tony Soprano cheating on Carmela (“Gawny mack, he’s a married man!”) or slag me for watching the X-Files (“What’s wrong with Foxy Mulder this week?”) but secretly I loved spending the time with him. Also, he loved ER, which was so un-Dad-like but which I really liked about him.
My favourite dad memory is him teaching me how to dance to Chubby Checker’s Let’s do the Twist in our living room. I was about five and thought it was the best dance EVER.
My father’s a Tipperary GAA fanatic but even though he had little time for Cork, he would still always bring me to Cork matches when I was younger. I’m the eldest in our family and remember the 1993 All-Ireland football final as the first time I was in Croke Park. It was a great day even if the result went badly.
I loved time in the car with him driving to and from matches, chatting away and drinking copious amounts of Lucozade. Despite his strong dislike for school’s hockey, he still came to every match.
Right, over to you lot. Give us your favourite dad stories in the comments…
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