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Tag Archives: dad
he’s washing the dishes – June 20
he’s washing the dishes. a man shouldn’t do that. it’s embarrassing. the other kid’s dad’s don’t. it’s women’s work. I hide my head. I stand at the sink now years later and see my mother’s hands raw, cracked, hurting. … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, caring, dad, dads and sons, dignity, father, gender roles, love, parents, perspective, sacrifice, sons, understanding
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he’s washing the dishes – June 15
6.15 he’s washing the dishes. a man shouldn’t do that. it’s embarrassing. the other kid’s dad’s don’t. it’s women’s work. I hide my head. I stand at the sink now years later and see my mother’s hands raw, cracked, … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, dad, expectations, fathers, grace, growth, humility, power, regrets
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he’s washing the dishes – June 16
6.16 he’s washing the dishes. a man shouldn’t do that. it’s embarrassing. the other kid’s dad’s don’t. it’s women’s work. I hide my head. I stand at the sink now years later and see my mother’s hands raw, cracked, … Continue reading
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Tagged appreciation, changes, cultures, dad, Dishwashing, family, father, Father's Day, For Wilbur, growth, love, mom
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