For all those elitefts™ readers out there that have daughters. Take a good, long look at these two beautiful, yet very cocky faces. These are the faces of my once angelic daughters, my precious little babies, who I once nurtured and bounced on my knee, on their way to a ‘Lil Wayne’ concert after I told them in no uncertain terms they were NOT to attend. Not only was it a Lil’ Wayne concert, but it was held in Camden, NJ, which makes downtown Detroit look like Aspen, Colorado.
It just goes to show you, no matter how big and powerful you THINK you are. I don’t care if you can squat a half a ton raw and can bench 800 pounds…you ain’t got shit on Lil ‘Mother F*ckin’ Wayne.
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Steve Pulcinella has been passionately strength training since he was 13 and competing in strength athletics ever since the age of 14. Fueled by his early influences of Strength and Health Magazine and the Wide World of Sports airing the Worlds Strongest Man, he strived to build the biggest and strongest body that he possibly could. He started out as a powerlifter and progressed into doing strongman. His biggest pro strongman title was the 1993 North American Champion and he was selected as a competitor in the 1994 Worlds Strongest Man Contest. He has also been a Highland Games Professional since 1994 and still competes as a top ranked master competitor. He also started Iron Sport Gym in 1995. It is a commercial gym in Philadelpia specializing in strength training, powerlifting, olympic lifting and strongman. www.ironsport.com
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Steve, you are not alone, thanks for sharing.
My stepdaughter started with the “you aren’t my dad”…”my real dad would never do that…”, “I’m gonna go live with my real dad cuz it sucks here…” you get the idea. Typicall 15 – 17 year old girl hormonal craziness. So after yet another argument she pulls the living with real dad card so I grabbed her cell phone, called her real dad, explained that things weren’t working out here and that she wants to live with him. I’ll never forget the expression on her face…total shock. So that afternoon she packed up her things and he picked her up after dinner. Now without getting permission from my wife to do this almost resulted in divorce, she was really pissed off but I had to do it.
First couple days was quiet around our house, then on day 5 the phone rang, she was sorry, wanted to come home asap and for the next 4 months was an angel. After all it seems her real dad wasn’t too interested in her life and boy did she learn a hard lesson.
Those were the most stressfull 5 days ever but as I said, something had to be done.
We’re all good now.
Thanks for listening.
Steve
There actually is an even worse end to the story that is much worse that I forgot all about. My girls come home after that concert and I was away for the night. They both forget their house keys and destroy our garage door trying to get in, then they destroy a window trying get in. To this day they claim that was the single greatest day of their lives. I have truly failed.
I don’t have an epic story.
Just wanted to say I’m sorry to steve.
I have a 3 year old, and reading something like this makes me dread her teenage years
And you wanted me to date one of them.
I’m in the same boat as Brandon. I’ve got a four year old daughter and a 10 month old son; both of which already assert their strong will. I’m not even sure if surviving the teenage years is an option. I’m pretty sure I’ll die and be reincarnated as a grey haired schitzo come the youngest’s 25th birthday. Thanks for sharing Steve, even if it does scare the crap out of us newbie dads.
Somewhat along the lines of Steve’s story (Not Steve P), my wife and I were on a little road trip with our 3 year old daughter. Out of no where, she starts talking about her “other mom” and how awesome her “other mom” was. This really came out of nowhere, and at first it was a little on the funny side. Well, after an hour, it got old, and my wife was actually getting visually upset over it.
“Why’s she saying that?” she asked me.
“I have no idea, but I’m tired of it” I told her.
I told her that was enough, and she needed to stop. She did, for about 5 minutes. She started up again when we got into town, so I said “That’s it. I’m taking you to your other mom!” and I pulled up to a hotel. I got out of the car, took her out of her car seat, put her on the sidewalk and told her to go inside, because her “other mom” was in there and if she doesn’t want to be with us then we’re leaving her behind.
She giggled. I got back in the car and started backing up.
Then she freaked out. “NOOOOOO!!” she screamed, crying and roling on the ground. She was terrified. I told her that if she ever mentions her “other mom” again, I’m bringing her back to that spot and she’s going to stay there forever.
Not once had she repeated those two words, the rest of the trip or at any point after, even 2 years later, haha.
I’m dreading when she and her little sister get into their teen years. I know that no matter how big and intimidating I might make myself, they’re going to have me in the palms of their hands.
Kids…can’t live with em, can’t kill em.
This is why I refuse to breed…..
Steve,
My second daughter was born three weeks ago. My first daughter is 2.5 and i love every minute I get to spend with her. I now play with Cinderella, Dora the explorer, and watch endless episodes of Barney. My Harley and ’66 chevy truck have been sold, and every day when i pick her up from daycare, I have to listen to toddler radio-which also means the barbies in my car have to sing each song on the radio (i have to make them dance and perform like puppets while I am in the front seat at stoplights. I even have a pink tie now, and have been subjected to wearing kiddie lipstick. I also really enjoy walking into a girlie girl stores to buy hello kitty crap. Dont worry though, she Loves to do pullups with my assistance, on my rack, and she knows how to lay on the floor with a small pvc pipe and do bench press- it is hilarious to watch. With the way i think, or used to think, and knowing how other guys think, maybe becoming Amish isn’t a bad idea to keep my babies safe. Anyway, at least i can count on your experiences here.
Great story Jason, Since our “real dad” episode a few years ago she has really learned a lot about her absent father…only calls on Christmas and birthdays, rides her on her high school course selections then disappears for 6-8 months…then calls her out of the blue like a real champ.
I liked your strategy of pretending to leave her, some might disagree but desperate times calls for desperate measures. Get ready for the teen years, it’s a bumpy ride.
Thanks
Steve
Steve, I’ve got three words for ya
Taylor Friggin Lautner….
My daughter just loves that wanna be werewolf. Her room is covered with pictures of him. She even bought the life size cardboard cut out of him at FYE, so every time i get up at 4 am to take a wiz I get the crap scared out of me because there is Shark Boy all grown up looking at me with that smirk.
Yes, Shark boy. I had to sit through that movie about 6 billion times..
So we’re watching Taylor’s latest cinematic masterpiece “abduction”and my daugther starts talking about how the movie was filmed in Pittsburgh (where we live).
I said “you know, you could have just bumped into him on the street. What would you have done?”
“Dad, I would have just screamed” She said
“You know what I would have done?” I shot back…
“what Dad”
“I’d make his skinny little ass deadlift and eat until his abs went away. ”
She’s still not talking to me….
Jesus…. My daughter is 7… I as not looking forward to the teens… Its gonna be rough. Good luck, Steve. It looks like you must trust them to take care of themselves, so that means you’ve done a good job so far…. Especially in Camden. At a Lil Wayne concert of all places. Take care, brother.
Picture your teenage kids’ most unruly behavior, nastiest attitude, and entitlement. Now put them with 20 of their friends and 10 kids that they hate.
That mental picture.
The one you just cringed at.
I work 10 hours a day right in the middle of that.
I love working with kids, I get a laugh out of even the nastiest of behaviors, and I know that the kids are mostly decent little people who will grow up to be awesome.
The personal hell happens every night as I lose sleep because my job performance depends on the whims of those kids. If Suzy is fighting with Sally on the day of our evaluation it makes ME look bad…..
Come on Steve P., no one calls him Lil Wayne anymore.
Everyone calls him Weezy from all the weed he smokes.
Steve, Dave…
Oh how I feel your pain So…my 13 yrd old daughter is also infatuated with Taylor Friggin Lautner. Everyday of every week that’s all I hear about TL TL TL. Her bedroom is covered in posters of this little dork. So here is what I did, I paid her little brother to draw mustaches on the posters (he took the initiative to draw pimples on Justin Beiber – gave him an extra ten spot for that). He took the blame like a champ and even apoligized during dinner. And one more to make me go absolutely gray – Her older sister 17 going on 40 wants botox because the boyfriend thinks she’s getting wrinkles – so…I had one of my younger lifting partners (late 20′s, looks like he just got out of jail – single, so he won’t get yelled at like I do) scare the shit out of him via a very threatening and violent reaction to hearing about the botox episode – I shit you not – the boyfriend pissed his pants right there in the garage – his father called me and wanted to get into it until I told him that his son wanted my daughter get get botox injections! My daughter (and wife) won’t talk to me – it’s been a nice 2 weeks. Thank’s – I think I’ll give my son another 20 and pass the hoddie onto my lifting partner!
Well my story has nothing to do with child rearing but as a fearful father. I am currently in the U.S. Navy and this all took place in late 2010. I left on deployment two weeks after my son was born and he was fine and healthy until the day I left. The same day I left he started throwing up and it wasn’t like normal baby throw up it was like straight empty everything you got throw up. So of course my wife takes him in the doctors and they all say it’s reflux and she just needs to find a different brand of formula. Well she tried every brand known to man, nothing was working. She bought every type of bottle, still didn’t work. My child was losing weight quick because he could only hold down maybe one bottle a day. He was crying all day and all night and my wife spent countless hours holding him praying he wouldn’t throw up. So after two months of trying everything and going to the doctors to take every test, they finally found out he had pyloric stenosis, which doesn’t allow for food to get pass the stomach. So as I was out in the middle east I would get emails daily talking about how he’s doing and photos of him, and then one day I get an email saying my son is going into surgery and I might have to come home. So I was freaking out because the same day they figured it out they got him into the hospital, so I had no time to react or talk to my command about going home on emergency leave. So after my 12 hour work day I check my email and sure enough I got photos of him in the hospital getting ready for surgery and the words ” he’s out of surgery and he’s doing great”. Oh man was I happy, I couldn’t stop crying it was that awesome. So all in all my son is healthy as could be and I couldn’t ask for anything more.
Mikey, Dave, Steve, and Jason
I’m right there with all of you brothers! My daughter’s 8 and I would break shark boy in half if I saw is little douchebag butt. I have her absolutely hating Justin Beaver (beaver because I know he has to have one) though, so I feel I’ve accomplished some of my parenting duties.
Her mother and I are divorced for sever years now and she spends 90% of her time at my house. I went through the whole other dad, step dad, crap for a few years, but I just bit my lip and went with it. It didn’t take long before she knew who her real dad is and what a drunkin prick the “other dad” is.
She’s got me wrapped though guys! I do the Barbie dancing at the red lights and kiddie radio too. I’ve played my fare share of dress up and girly stuff and know more about hair and clothes today than I thought I ever would have. We do what we do because we’re strong not only physically but emotionally too! I love hearing stuff like this on this site. Everything we do we do 100% because that’s the kind of guys we are.
Steve P, I’m not glad that your girls went on this trip, but I’m glad they came back safe. You my friend should definitely be proud, not that they disobeyed you, but that they don’t fear you. I’m assuming that they don’t fear you because they know just how much you do love them and that you forgave them the moment you found out.
Most of us guys have a long road ahead of us with younger ones. My story comes from this past weekend. I had to go buy new jeans, yeah total suck for us guys that like to squat I know. My daughter came with me, and I was in and out of the dressing room. I had her holding the jeans I liked and had told her to stay close as I was in there. She had been right out front because they had little girl clothes and crap right across the isle from the dressing rooms. When I came out of the dressing room after trying three different pair, she was no where to be seen. I made three rounds in the small store looking for her, and looking like an idiot. I did suspect she was hiding from me in a clothes rack that hit the floor, as this has happened before. So, I looked even brighter as I went around the store talking to clothes racks, “Taryn, are you in there? I’m not playing, you better come out, I’m getting angry girl”. Finally I had to go the front desk and have one of the ladies call over the PA for her. man did I ever feel like I deserved the Parent of the year award. So, here she comes beeboping up like, hey what’s up guys, did you call? Huge smile on her face.
I said, young lady where were you? “Over there looking at the bras daddy!” Holy shit, did I want to die right on the spot, and the lady behind the counter just busted out laughing.
I hate buying jeans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cheers all!
Frank, I like your style.
I have a 3-year old. If some boy ever told her she needed any sort of injections or cosmetic alteration, it would get real nasty real fast.
I grew up in TX, and it is common practice for fathers to openly wield firearms around dates of their daughters. I’ll have my own arsenal out one day.
I have twin girls. I continue to lift to one day instill fear in any would be boyfriend or suitor. Sounds like my plan is a bust already.
Lucky to say that any infatuation is only with Tom & Jerry (they are 4), but it is every Tom, Dick, and Jerry I’m already worrying about.
Steve,
It’s not your fault. All women are f*cked up. Just their nature and the curse God blessed us with! LOL! Not a damn thing you can do about it.
I’m not a dad yet, but as of now, I am thinking of backhanding and removing their credit cards for punishment…just for starters =)
**I Hope this made you feel a bit better
What sucks most about the situation is who they went to see. I low class, horrible musician that has no talent.
My niece came to live with me for a year, she was 16. I was there in the delivery room when she was born and was pretty much her dad for her first 5 years. So at 16 she is now professing to be a lesbian and doing drugs. So she moves to my house, the agreement was that she had to do good in school, do chores and live peacefully. In return I would teach her music, take her to concerts and she would be my bud. Lasted 3 weeks before she turned back into a demon child. Running away, cops being called. I tried to reason with her, asked her if she was happy, she said no, I asked why, then she said because I wouldn’t let her do what she dreamed. I asked what’s that, and she said she wanted to sing and play guitar in a band. BTW I am a musician, and have toured the world. So I said what? I would take you to music classes and help you reach that dream, I learned the hard way with music and if she wanted I would help her anyway possible. She still ran away.
Lesson learned, I shipped her to her dad after she told me I wasn’t her dad
After reading all of the girl stories, I couldn’t be more thankful to have 3 crazy little boys. Theres no Bieber, barbies or pink in our house. However there are a lot of brothers fighting, black muscle shirts (we need some Strong(er) kid shirts!!) and baseball gloves.
11 years ago when they told me I was having a girl (my first child, I was 24 at the time) my face turned white (well at least that is what I have been told) and I just about passed out. Later on when it started to become more real I started thinking, as long as she does not turn out like any of the girls I knew from high school everything should be fine lol.
Present day, she is 11 and I have to say as compared to most kids she has (so far) turned out really well. She does not listen to rap (no lil wayne for her lol), or music that promotes sex, drugs, gambling, dressing like a hooker, etc. We don’t have cable so she does not watch a lot of junk on tv. Her grades are great, she has a good attitude towards life, and treats other with kindness and respect. All in all she is a great girl.
BUT … there have been those times
When she was 8 she told me she hated me and that she wanted a new/different father. I can even remember why she was so mad. I got so hurt and so mad when she said she hated me. I was stunned that she said that. So I told her that she could have just that … a new father. I told her she would have to move right now and she would never see me or her mom again! (Note: I did not yell, but I did look as serious as a heart attack to her). All of a sudden her face went from I hate you to, Oh my I think he is serious, I don’t want to leave. I went into a long explanation about how she was going to have to temporarily stay at a foster home (of which she had a fear of because of something she saw in a movie or show), then they would place her up for adoption, and then she would have her new dad and new family. It was at this point she changed her mind, but I told her the wheels where in motion already and it was too late to turn back. I told her I had to call the cops and report myself as a bad dad and then they would need to take her away to find a better dad/family. She completely believed me and started flipping out. I got the phone and pretended to dial the cops. She tried her hardest to get the phone from me (I was trying so hard not to laugh at this point). I guess she really did not want a new dad after all lol. I felt really bad as this was all happening but I knew it had to happen. Then I told her the cops where on her way and that she needed to come down stairs to the door to meet them. She would not so of course I dragged her kicking and screaming (making sure she did not get hurt by accident). It was definitely the meanest thing I have ever done but she has never wanted a new dad since lol. After she begged me to stay and told me I was a great dad I told her I called the cops back and that they would give me another chance. I got the added bonus of being treat better then usual, of course that did not last to long lol. Since then I have had a son, now 3, and another little girl is on the way. Here we go again.
Michael
David im looking forward to that.
i can t wait until my two boys are at that age (2+ and 3 weeks)
i prayed for a second boy after the first lets see what happens if we have more than 2 kids.
Counting my step kids I have 8, oldest is 27, youngest is 7 in a couple of weeks. I can do this story thing all day.
It’s not all bad, but they do go through a period of being brain damaged. Starts about 16.
Probably my favorite little people story. We took the little ones camping the first time. We were not in a camp site, but out in the mtns. in Utah.
Dad I gotta pee….so go pee. But wheres the pottie? Just find a tree. In the woods, you just go.
They thought this was cool, but the problem was once we got back home, they figured when they had to go, why go in the house, the yard has trees. I’d be doing something in the yard and turn around my 3 yr old little girl would be squatting in the flower bed…..Nooooo!, we are not camping, you can’t do that.
So I’m out back, with the 3yr old, and her 2 yr old little brother, when they dissapear in the field behind the house. This field has waste high weeds, so they got out of sight easily. As I walk into the field there is my 2yr old, standing by a pile of poo?
“Aaron is this your poop” I yell!
“Oh no daddy”, he answers, innocently. “That’s Chuckie D’s poop. My poops over there”.
That was 20 yrs ago, and it still makes me laugh. They survived and so did I. Last week “Chuckie D” was sitting in the middle of the Indian ocean on the USS Abraham Lincoln, and Aaron is my lifting partner.
My son is only 2 but I have a pretty good one of my own. My mom cheated on my dad with this guy. She eventually left my dad for the other guy. He was remodeling a house at the time and I would sneak in at night and mess shit up ( just happened that my girlfriend used to live there and I still had a key)Unhooked plumbing, turned heaters all the way up, took nails and cords anything to be a pain in the ass.He had no idea it was me. One night I upped the ante and took his corvette for a spin While they were away at the coast. Parked it back in the garage muddied up. My mom had to of known, but nothing ever happened. Eventually they split. He was an all around douche so it was a happy day for my brothers and I.
One more. I told my mom I was going to run away. I think I was 7. She packed me a suit case with clothes PB&J and a root beer. Put me outside and locked the house. Eventually it got dark and I was out of food. I asked her to let me back in the house but she wouldn’t respond. She did eventually about 9 hours later. I was so hard core I never left the yard.
I don’t really have a horror story.. but I do have a 3 year old who is well on his way to being awesome.
He has a plastic set of weights and comes into my home gym with me and copies my form, breathing etc on all my lifts, he also (tries) count reps for me.. the only thing is he starts his count at 14 and then goes Hero (zero), 5, 8, 9, 6, 7, 20 etc etc,.. good news is I can bench 100kg for 30 reps now.
My daughter currently 11 spouted this golden nugget of wisdom when she was 7. My wife and I were having issues with her not keeping her room picked up. On a drive home from school we informed her that if she did not start doing a better job of keeping her things picked up and taken care of, then we’d gather up all her toys and donate them to poor kids who did not have anything of their own. Her response: “That’s fine dad, you can give away all my stuff, then I’ll be a poor kid and I’ll get it all back plus extra!”
My wife and I just shook our heads, and told her she was getting a bit too smart for her own good.
I’ll start by saying my daughter is 5 and is my center for everything I do. My working crazy hours, Training (not lifting) lack of sleep ect.
My story is about the very first hour of her life and how it refocused me. The lovely wife and I decided we did not want to know if we were having a boy or girl until she popped out. So the night she decides to introduce herself comes with my wife waking me out of cpap induced coma at 4 ish to let me know that the bed is a lot wetter then it was when we went to bed and it’s not my fault sweating or nevermind. I do the normal Dagwood Bumstead routine in and out of the house 3 or 4 times even threw my gym bag in the truck (you never know) and were off.
We get to the hospital I make all the family calls and we wait, not too long for the arrival of our baby. All the family is assembled and waiting and betting on the babies sex. Out comes my daughter way sooner than the doctor and nurses predicted. I’m so amped up that I don’t even know it’s a girl until my wife asks me then the nurse says it’s a girl………..fast forward 59 minutes later I’m on the phone to my friend, training partner, coworker “Jim” and he says “A girl ha… let me tell you something I was told years ago if you have a boy you worry about one dick when you have a girl you worry about them all” time stopped and all I heard was his laughing…..Now when I don’t want to go to the gym or I’m tired I remember the phone call.
Knowing Steve P. for quite some time and seeing his daughters in and around the gym I’m glad Camden is still in one piece and lil wayne is little further from Steve’s world.
A couple of months ago I was at work talking with a coworker. He was telling me about how his daughter, about 15 years old, was going on a double date that night and he sounded a little nervous. Somewhere in the background a female coworker yells at him, “SHE’S GOING TO GET FINGERBANGED!!!” Well his heart just dropped and I couldn’t stop laughing at the poor guy. A month later my wife gives birth to our first and it’s a girl. She’s about a month and a half old now. You guys sure are giving me a lot to look forward to.
I wouldn’t of dreamed of doing this when I was still with my parents (mid 20′s now); I got whipped with a belt enough to know not to mess with the parents.
Steve, if they are willing to defy you and they still know you have thier backs you have a better chance than most that they won’t take any BS from some punk bitch saving youthe need to dig a hole in a field iin the middle of the night.
I am glad all these stories are being posted. They make me feel like things aren’t so bad when the going gets tough with my kids.
I have a son who is 12, and a daughter who is 7. This weekend, they finally had their bluff called by their Grandma.They were staying with her for the night, so me and their Mum could go and have a day/evening to ourselves. So off we went to hit up the clothes stores, grab a bite to eat, and take in a movie. At 2200hrs when we get out of the movie and we see that my other half’s mum has called both of us whilst we were in the movie. So we are guessing something serious must be up.
So we call her back, and we get told that my daughter refused to go to bed when she was asked on numerous occassions, resulting in a tug of war between my daughter and her Grandma. My son then joined in pulling his sister away from his Grandma, and baracading themselves in the living room. Finally their Grandma got my daughter up into bed. Then asked my son to turn the tv off at 2200hrs. He refused continuously saying he didnt have to listen to what his Grandma said because she isnt the boss of him. When his Grandma said she would call us to come and get them to take them home, his response was “Yeah right”.
With being told that, we were straight in the car. We decided that we weren’t going to discuss any of this with either of them that night. So when we arrived we decided I would get my son, and my other half would get our daughter. I went into my sons room, and my other half went into my daughters room. My only statement to him was “Get up, get dressed and get in the car”. He looked a little startled to see me there, so I repeated “Get up, get dressed and get in the car”. “But it is ten thirty” he replied “You have over stepped the mark with your Grandma, and you are coming home NOW. So get up, get dressed and get in the car”. My other half had a similar conversation with my daughter in her room. So we frog march them to the car. This is when the tears from my daughter started. We drove home in silence.
At our front door, I instruct them to sit in the living room and not to make a sound whilst their mum and I decide what happens now. So we went upstairs, let them stew on what has happened. We decided that we wouldnt discuss anything with them at this point. So we went downstairs to find them huddled together on the sofa both teary and looking suitably worried. So we just said “We are so disappointed in you both that you would treat your Grandma that way, we dont actually want to talk to either of you right now” and we sent them to bed. Once their bedroom doors shut, the tears came on for real with them both crying and feeling suitably sorry for themselves in their rooms.
When the morning came, it must have done some good, as without any prompting or discussion of the night before my son asked if he could call his Grandma to apologise, and my daughter asked if she could make her Grandma a card to say sorry.
We then laid down, that type of behaviour is not tolerated and they haven’t been brought up to be monsters like that, especially not towards their Grandma. We then listed out the punishment that was to happen no xbox, no wii, no ipod, no laptop, no dvd’s in their room and grounded. All for 3 weeks. This is when their Grandma will have them again, at which point they need to be absolute angels for her otherwise there will be even more trouble.
Hopefully they will learn their lesson. I guess in 3 weeks time we will know if they have or have not………..
If it wasn’t already mentioned, it goes back to that quote that was attributed to Mark Twain but there is no record of him having ever actually said it. The power of the quote is not lost:
When I was 16 years old, my father was the biggest idiot in the world. When I turned 19, I was surprised at how much he had learned in just 3 short years.
While I would love to begin selecting winners for this I can’t get myself to do it yet. Some of these stories are great and I don’t want to do anything to kill this thread yet. We will select the winners this Friday. Keep the stories coming!
LOL, I wouldn’t let my kids see that trash.
I gave Jo Jordan this advice about daughters last year. People always ask me what it’s like when my daughters bring guys home to meet me. I always tell them: It’s not the guys they bring home that you need to worry about, it’s the guys they are NOT bringing home that you need to worry about.
Screw lil wayne!!!!!!!!
if i ever have daughters we are becoming amish next day.
My nieces are obsessed with Justin Beiber and Miley Cyrus both of whom they listen and watch constantly when visiting.
That is all.
My wife and I have tried to do everything right, we both got our master degrees and had solid jobs for a couple years before getting married, then waited an additional couple of years before buying a house, and finally decided to start our family. When we found out that we were having a boy my mind couldn’t stop thinking of how I would get to teach him the things that were dear to my heart (faith, family, lifting weights, and football). By the way I am a P.E. Teacher/ Head football coach at a local high school.
Fast forward six years, my little guy is growing so fast, he loves coming to the weight room and telling me what I should have the players doing to make sure they are as strong as the “Hulk”. He also just completed his first year of Pee Wee football. Such a proud dad I am.
Two weeks ago he came home from school (kindergarten) so excited, waiving this flyer, and couldn’t wait for me to sign him up. For what you ask?
Jr. CHEERLEADING!!!!!! WTF??
I can only imagine what his 2 year old twin brothers will come up with.
I have a 3 y.o daughter and twin 4 month old boys.
With boys you worry about one penis, with girls you worry about every penis.
Read this somewhere, from a retired NFL linebacker….
My daughter brought home a date. Told him nice to meet you. Bring her home on time. If you do anything to harm her I will kill your mother, kill your father, kill your entire family and paralyze you from the neck down so you have to live the rest of your life regretting harming my daughter. Now, go out and have a great time.
Can’t wait to use this…..
shold have been a slayer show. that would have been fuckin awesome
I will soon be marrying the love of my life,she has a two year old daughter,and holy crap is this little girl smart. Ater reading all these stories I am really starting to dread her teenage years,because her mom my future wife is a very feisty redhead,and her daughter is every bit feisty. I can See the I wanna be with my real dad speech coming soon.
You can’t be around them all the time to defend them. The best thing you can do is teach them to be self-respecting and confident women as they need to be strong enough to protect themselves and to say “no”. I am sure you have done that already so I really don’t think you have anything to worry about. Sure, they will make some small mistakes along the way, but they are young adults and young adults need to learn from their mistakes.
Steve,
You might want to get a garage door opener with the keypad.
You don’t have to worry about lost keys that way!
Now if they’ve had too much fun to remember the pass code…..
Hi Steve,
My son is 21 now, a big strapping roughneck working on the service rigs, but before that he was a teen, and before that a kid, and every step of the way was marked with heart-stopping injuries.
There was the time when he was snowboarding at night with a bunch of friends, of course in an unlit location, caught 30′ worth of air, and landed so hard it made him cough up blood. Which was why I had to take him into emergency at 3:00 A.M.
Then there was the time he lost about half the skin off his face attempting to do a backflip on his BMX bike. That was pretty drastic, I had just bought the bike for him that afternoon and my first thought was, “I’ll melt that p.o.s. into scrap metal”.
There were many, many more instances like this, far too many to list or even remember, however I’m sure you get the general idea. Like many males, he simply did not seem to have enough concern for his personal saftey. Which is why, when he quit his first rig job due to safety concerns I said, “Those guys are all going to die.”
Regards,
Martin
Steve (and all the other fathers,) I’m currently in college (don’t worry, I’m not the type of college kid you want your daughters to avoid. Let the record show; I hate frat boys) and I sadly can say, I often find myself watching girls behaviors and shaking my head literally saying “your father would cry if he saw you.” It seems that for a vast majority of girls this is the case to some degree.
The good news is, not all girls are morons. In fact, I find the ones who have the best relationships with their dads tend to have better self esteem and therefor require less approval from guys. I don’t mean the superficial self esteem, where they show cleavage and act bitchy. I mean self worth. Where they hold themselves (and the guys they’re interested in) to high standards.
My girlfriend for example thinks VERY highly of her dad because of his intelligence and work ethic. Does she ALWAYS do as he would like? No. Does she occasionally listen to little Wayne? Yes. But is she intelligent, goal oriented, and morally permissible? Yes. Is she interested in a guy any dad would like? Of course.
So don’t worry that you failed as a father because they deliberately ignored your request/broke your garage and window trying to break in. (Look at the bright side, you didn’t raise burglars.) Hah, honestly though, there is good chance they are good girls.
Let it be clear, I have almost NO faith in my generation. I think the world is doomed to hell thanks to reality tv, hair gel, and vain self serving social media handicaps. I’ll be the first to say most of my peers suck. But don’t give up hope, if your daughters respect themselves and you, they are probably good girls. Even if they don’t always respect your wishes.
Really good stories for the most part, but FYI- threatening to abandon your three year old daughter at a random hotel if she makes up an imaginary mom, really not that badass.
Well gents, I too feel your pain. I have a 18 year old stepdaughter whos favorite idol is the painfully shitty hip hop artist and spectacuar role model known as Lil’ Wayne. It has taken me some time to figure out that it does not matter how many of her Lil’ Wayne wannabe loser friends I scare off my front porch, she will still see them and listen to his bloody awful music.
Hmmmmm, I bet my old man thought the same things as I blasted Slayer and other death metal from the basement and my derilict friends walked up to the house.
The point of the story here fellas is : hang on, leave the door open (figuratlivley of course), and provide positive role models where ever you can.