The golden child may be the oldest one, unless it’s the youngest. It may be the toughest one, unless it’s the most sensitive. It’s not even necessary that Mom and Dad have the same favorite – and typically they don’t.
I have been called many things in public life, but the cap that best fits is that of the centrist dad.
All the learnin’ my father paid for was a bit o’ birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
My father taught me how to substitute realities.
My dad was a coalman and was always playing snooker with his mates.
My dad, he is such a soft man. Even if he has these opinions about my boyfriends, he will be the sweetest guy. He will make you feel like you’re fascinating and awesome, even if he doesn’t like you that much.
I’ve been dealing with racism since I was a little kid! My dad’s super black, from Puerto Rico. Then my mom’s super white – she’s Puerto Rican too, but she grew up in Milwaukee. As a Latino in the U.S. I’ve seen how we are treated differently based on the color of our skin.
My dad is a big dreamer, so I got that from him. Golf was my main thing when I was a teenager, and that’s what I wanted to do.
Listening to my dad playing guitar along to ‘Sleepwalk’ by the Shadows was probably the first time I discovered emotion in music.
My dad and mom did what a lot of parents did at the time. They sacrificed a lot of their life and used a lot of their disposable income to make sure their children were educated.
My dad farmed, my granddad was a farmer. I wanted to be a farmer.
My dad’s a doctor, and he’d watch ‘Grey’s Anatomy,’ and he’d be like, ‘This is not okay. This isn’t what it’s like.’ And we’re like, ‘Shut up, it’s not about that. That’s not why we’re watching it.’
My parents moved to American Samoa when I was three or four years old. My dad was principal of a high school there. It was idyllic for a kid. I had a whole island for a backyard. I lived there until I was eight years old and we moved to Santa Barbara.
Apparently, one in five people in the world are Chinese. And there are five people in my family, so it must be one of them. It’s either my mum or my dad. Or my older brother, Colin. Or my younger brother, Ho-Chan-Chu. But I think it’s Colin.
I was born with a shotgun in my hand, chasing pheasant through the cornfields. My dad probably started taking me out when I was 4, 5 or 6 years old.
Dad used to reminisce about the good old days when Everton won the old first division championship and the FA Cup back in the 1970s and 80s but they weren’t quite so good when I started supporting them.
We believe that the real child-care experts are mom and dad. That’s why we brought in the universal child care benefit way back in 2006.
I’m more comfortable with whatever’s wrong with me than my father was whenever he felt he failed or didn’t measure up to the standard he set.
I pressed my father’s hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
First and foremost, it’s my mom and dad who gave me the foundation, the belief in me that I could do anything.
I’ve told Billy if I ever caught him cheating, I wouldn’t kill him because I love his children and they need a dad. But I would beat him up. I know where all of his sports injuries are.
My dad was an auto mechanic, but we moved to Fort Worth, where he worked in defense, building B-24s.
When I was growing up, my parents were almost involved in various volunteer things. My dad was head of Planned Parenthood. And it was very controversial to be involved with that.
My introduction to the Madonna Inn came as a young boy when we would take summer vacations to a nearby town. My dad would take us into their gift shop bathroom, which was a huge waterfall that functioned as the men’s urinal. So as a kid, this was the most amazing thing I had ever seen.
My dad didn’t want me to listen to Zeppelin, I think because it reminded him of his wilder days, and now he’s a retired Southern Baptist minister.
To be honest my mentor was my mom and dad. I was very blessed and fortunate to have parents like I had.
My dad treated Marilyn Monroe more like his daughter than me.
Every year of my life, my dad has sent me a Valentine’s Day gift. Whether I was in the same house or across the country, he always sent something.
I explained to my kids at an early age: I’m a normal dad with an abnormal job.
My dad likes to take the mickey out of me for saying everything is ‘amazing.’
My dad’s great. He’s my biggest supporter. He’s always told me that whatever I choose to do, I can do it. I just gotta put my mind to it.
I inherited that calm from my father, who was a farmer. You sow, you wait for good or bad weather, you harvest, but working is something you always need to do.
My dad used to say to me, ‘You look more like me than I do.’
I just wish I could understand my father.
My dad said, ‘Go to college and take whatever you want.’ So, I went to the University of Miami. When I got up to the line at registration, I saw that you had to take math and history. I said, ‘There’s no way I’m taking math and history.’ And right next to it was the line for the drama department.
When I protested because they wouldn’t buy me new skates or if someone complained a teacher gave too much homework, Dad would respond: There’s no whining in this house. It was his way of saying: there is no place in this house for feeling sorry for yourself.
Child-rearing is my main interest now. I’m a hands-on father.
I’m mixed race – my dad’s Caucasian, and my mom’s Mexican – so I want to play anything and everything, from American to Latino, the whole spectrum; I’m insatiable.
Babies don’t need fathers, but mothers do. Someone who is taking care of a baby needs to be taken care of.
The real beauty of it – key to my life was playing key chords on a banjo. For somebody else it may be a golf club that mom and dad put in their hands or a baseball or ballet lessons. Real gift to give to me and put it in writing.
My mum, Jennie Buckman, was a north London Jew who, with my dad, proudly chose to raise me and my two brothers in Hackney.
Love and fear. Everything the father of a family says must inspire one or the other.
I remember at one point being in fellowship, and everyone used to wear the fish symbol; it said you were a Christian. So I asked my father, ‘Dad, why don’t you wear that at work?’ And he said, ‘Your religion should be in your actions.’ He set a great, great example.
But the love of adventure was in father’s blood.
My dad used to say, ‘You wouldn’t worry so much about what people thought about you if you knew how seldom they did.
I was skint, and I had to move back to my mum and dad’s house, back into the room I shared with my brother when I was a kid. I kept getting people on the streets telling me that they loved me; it didn’t mean anything to me because I was still borrowing tenners off my pensioner father to go and get some chicken.
My British mum met my American dad when she was on holiday in the United States when she was 19. She kinda never looked back. I was born in the United States, raised in Montana and London.
I was born Gaynor Hopkins, one of seven children. My mum, Elsie, and dad, Glyndwr, always said they had seven children, although my sister Paulene was stillborn.
My father and I have a very good relationship. We always got along. But I always scold him.
I turned to my mom and said, ‘I’m going to be a martial arts movie star.’ She didn’t believe me, and neither did my dad. They both thought I would grow out of it. That it was a phase. I decided then I was going to do it or die trying.
My dad’s cooking was magic in the kitchen. But eventually over the years, his personality changed and his ability to remember recipes failed. He became paranoid and thought people were stealing from him, when often he was just misplacing things.
When I was 13, I had my first job with my dad carrying shingles up to the roof. And then I got a job washing dishes at a restaurant. And then I got a job in a grocery store deli. And then I got a job in a factory sweeping Cheerio dust off the ground.
My dad was like a stage mother he always pushed me to do what I wanted.
My father never raised his hand to any one of his children, except in self-defense.
My dad was in a Beatles cover band. My mom wore Candies and belly buttons. The people in our family were very glamorous. They wore pearls like Jackie O.
There’s many, many people who have been through a lot worse things than I went through. I lost my dad when I was 14 and to violence.
My dad was my role model; he always did the right thing.
Hello, friends.’ I’ve had fun with that expression to satisfy the cynics, but it comes from the heart, and I don’t apologize for it. Like my dad – for whom I designed the expression during the 2002 PGA Championship, when he was suffering from Alzheimer’s disease – I’ve never met a stranger.
The biggest lesson I learned from my dad is to support children even if they’re doing something that is unorthodox.
My dad’s Irish, so I was visiting Ireland a lot as a kid, so it’s not totally foreign to me.
