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“Papa Don’t Preach” sung by Madonna.
Well, I was a product of the 1980’s and honestly those year came and went. I wasn’t into current news and didn’t keep up with the latest fad or styles. I was still stuck in my 1970’s teenage years. And I didn’t know much about my cultural heritage or religious upbringing.
All I remembered during those years was a quiet father. Because of my bad hearing, I pronounced “Dad” and “Dawd”, not that I was being “English” but did speak with a “drawl” of some sort so typical of those with hearing problems. Anyway, he wasn’t much involved with our family problems and left the strict disciplinary actions to Mom.
Although strong, he was a figure-head, ready to finance our whims in exchange for respect that most children crave from more interactive fathers, who would only say a few words of encouragement or at least stop our nonsense once in a while. But my younger brother and I didn’t get that.
What we got was someone withdrawn into his own world. He kept everything to himself and didn’t verbalize his feelings much or used foul/offensive language during any family crisis. He was quite economical in a sense that he kept his cool, never letting emotions over-rule his stubbornness to take care of himself first before the family.
Sure he was always there for the family and existed under the same roof, like any goldfish swimming around from one end of a the proverbial fish tank to the other side. He truly didn’t say much and shared very little of his childhood, which was filled with struggle and abandonment. He was one his own and learned to take care of himself early in age.
And he carried that trait into his adult life and passed that same perception in life to his two children, who were full of curiosity but only to meet the same dead silence of little to no answers to life’s questions. We too were left on our own to figure things out the hard way but not entirely ignored.
Only when we fell was when we would come to pick us up and go one his way. That’s how our relationship was with Dad. He loved us in his own way but we didn’t feel the need to press him for more than he was capable of giving. I guess a father’s love is different, almost aloof but not feared.
Basically, it was annoying to live with a passive-aggressive personality. And Mother took most of the load from two unruly children and an uncooperative spouse. Nonetheless, the family survived and thrived but it was never the same. We were just normal people learning how to tolerate differences while living under the best possible conditions.
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