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Beard, I Loved My Dad's Beard
by Martin Stoleman
I have so many great memories of my childhood that I hardly know where to begin when someone asks me to think back to my early years. I know that I loved sharing a room with my older brother (although I'm not sure if he loved sharing a room with me) and I know that I loved my mom's cooking more than anyone elses. I know that my three younger sisters annoyed me terribly with their doll playing and dress up games and with the endless flow of tears that came whenever they were upset. I also know that the thing I loved most about my dad was his beard.
It might sound a little crazy that I really loved my dad's beard, but it is true. I think I loved it mostly because no other dads had beards and because it made my dad uniquely himself. I remember him telling me often that he had started growing a beard in college and that one day I could grow a beard and be just like him too. It seemed a bit unrealistic that I would ever be able to grow a beard, but he promised me that one day I would. I remember checking each time I looked in the mirror to see if I was able to grow a beard yet. It took many years after having those conversations with my dad before I was able to grow a beard of my own, but in the meantime I loved it that my dad had a beard.
My dad's beard looked so good on him. I had seen many men on television and in person that had beards that just didn't look right on the man. So I loved knowing that my dad had a beard that actually suited him. I know it suited him because I remember hearing my mom say so many times, and I believed everything my mom said during those early years.
Now that my dad has passed away, I have only photographs and memories to go on. My own children love seeing photos of their grandpa and they love telling me that I look like him. My children don't know what a significant compliment that is. They don't know how much I have always wanted to look like my dad, beard and all. And then don't know how much I have aspired to be a man like my dad, full of integrity and honesty and kindness toward people.
You see, I loved my dad's beard, it's true, but even more than that I loved the kind of man he was. I guess in a way his beard just represented the kind of man he was. I hope that I am that same kind of man, beard and all.
About The Author: Martin Stoleman is an author who loves to reflect on elements of his past. His dad's beard is a small but significant thing that Martin loves to write about. See http://www.beardhelp.info for
more.
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I have so many great memories of my childhood that I hardly know where to begin when someone asks me to think back to my early years. I know that I loved sharing a room with my older brother (although I'm not sure if he loved sharing a room with me) and I know that I loved my mom's cooking more than anyone elses. I know that my three younger sisters annoyed me terribly with their doll playing and dress up games and with the endless flow of tears that came whenever they were upset. I also know that the thing I loved most about my dad was his beard.
It might sound a little crazy that I really loved my dad's beard, but it is true. I think I loved it mostly because no other dads had beards and because it made my dad uniquely himself. I remember him telling me often that he had started growing a beard in college and that one day I could grow a beard and be just like him too. It seemed a bit unrealistic that I would ever be able to grow a beard, but he promised me that one day I would. I remember checking each time I looked in the mirror to see if I was able to grow a beard yet. It took many years after having those conversations with my dad before I was able to grow a beard of my own, but in the meantime I loved it that my dad had a beard.
My dad's beard looked so good on him. I had seen many men on television and in person that had beards that just didn't look right on the man. So I loved knowing that my dad had a beard that actually suited him. I know it suited him because I remember hearing my mom say so many times, and I believed everything my mom said during those early years.
Now that my dad has passed away, I have only photographs and memories to go on. My own children love seeing photos of their grandpa and they love telling me that I look like him. My children don't know what a significant compliment that is. They don't know how much I have always wanted to look like my dad, beard and all. And then don't know how much I have aspired to be a man like my dad, full of integrity and honesty and kindness toward people.
You see, I loved my dad's beard, it's true, but even more than that I loved the kind of man he was. I guess in a way his beard just represented the kind of man he was. I hope that I am that same kind of man, beard and all.
About The Author: Martin Stoleman is an author who loves to reflect on elements of his past. His dad's beard is a small but significant thing that Martin loves to write about. See http://www.beardhelp.info for
more.
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http://www.jamesbeard.org/awards/
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