While this story is six months old, I saw this on Facebook this morning and wanted to share it.
A single father took his six year old daughter for a Valentine’s Day dinner, and during the meal was given this note…
Hi there! Sorry to spy but my husband and I saw you out with your little date and were so impressed with what a great Dad you are. From two adults who grew up without dads, it’s so important to have a male role model at a young age. Keep up the good work Dad! Dinner is on us! 🙂
It’s so true that a positive male role model will help young females form healthy relationships with men in later life, and it’s unfortunate and wrong that many stories about men and fathers focus on the negative.
So, for all the wonderful fathers out there – this one is for you!
In the last two hours a post that I wrote a few days ago has gone nuts on Facebook. I wanted to submit this to the ‘Blog Her’ awards so after a few days deliberation I posted it to my personal Facebook page, asking my friends to share it around and tell me that they thought. I’ve never done this before… I started my blog last April and only a handful of people knew I had one…
The response has been amazing – it has been viewed over 600 times and shared over 200 in this short amount of time and still seems to be going!
So, to continue this rather fabulous moment and to finish what has been an incredible weekend I am posting the link again. Feel free to reblog, share on Facebook and Twitter and join in the fun! As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts and opinions on the matter!
Note: Since I have woken up this morning it has continued to be shared… It has been viewed over 1,000 times since last night and the numbers are rising again! Wow!
I’m going to start this post by making a statement that some may not like.
I don’t like young children.
I’ve never been a maternal person. I come from a small family of four, with no additional relatives and so I wasn’t brought up with any younger children other than my two sisters. As I started to reach my 30’s I expected to feel the desire to become a mother that some of my friends claimed that they felt, but to this very day I have yet to feel anything but annoyance.
While others around me seem to turn mushy when presented with a new baby, proclaiming how ‘beautiful’ it is, I am simply reminded of the ‘Cabbage Patch Kids’ that I had when I was little. Regardless of where I am and what I am doing, it always seems to be accompanied by a screaming child and it’s frustrated parents – shopping, restaurants, public transport, even the cinema… I have lost count of the amount of times my ankles have been battered by a pushchair or I have been woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of next door’s toddler having some sort of tantrum (although they’re lovely so I don’t actually mind)… Continue reading →