Question of the Day, June 20

Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's.

Today is Fatherâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Day which brings me to my Sunday question.

Do you favor one parent over the other.

I had always been much closer to my mom, my dad was very old fashioned and was very strict with me which I of course didnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t like at all. They had me at an older age, mom was 36 and dad was 46 and that may have been an issue for dad. Altho dad did spoil me in some ways, I still was never all that close to him. I was definitely a momma's girl.

definitely my mom! My dad and I really dont see eye to eye on 90% of things, and I always feel like its always lectures from him...
Long story short: we talk, we are civil, we arent close

I was always Daddy's Little Girl. I was the youngest in the family and the only girl. My Dad was 56 when I was born (he was 30 older than my Mom). In Daddy's eyes, I could do no wrong and was spoiled rotten by him. He wanted to have all daughters and often told how the first two times my Mom was pregnant he prayed for a girl. Well, he got my brothers. The last time, he prayed for a boy and that he would put all three in the same room and let them fight it out. That was when he got me.

After Dad died, I became much closer to my Mom. We were best friends until the day she died.

I miss them both terribly. Dad has been gone since 1981 and Mom since 1993. I also lost one of my brothers (the middle one) in 2009.

Not really, they are both the same to me. Maybe it's because they're very much on the same page about every decision they make, and if I talk to one it's like talking to the other because they tell each other everything, etc...
When I was really little I was closer to my dad because he wasn't as strict as my mom and he was always suggesting to do fun things like take me to fun places and buy me things ..but when i got older I realized my mom is not so bad either, she just didn't want to spoil me ....

I'm not so sure. But I feel so secured when I'm with my dad.

deffinatly my dad, im the oldest and hes always spoilt me, im lucky if my mother speaks to me she hates me living in her house

Well, since my Dad had a laryngectomy when I was 11 and spent the next 3 years dying, I would have to say my Mom. She is 89 but lives back east and I miss her. I just don't really remember my Dad except for him being sick.

That's a difficult question to answer. I'm really very close to both of my parents.

My mom. My dad wasn't around.

I love both my parents equally. To pieces. However I have always favored my father. He is so much easier to talk to. And he is not a gossiper. Whereas my mother is. Horribly so. I know I can always count on my dad when something goes wrong. Also his arms are so much bigger. Meaning even better hugs.

I guess both for different reasons.

I am an only child so I was very close to them. Now at 58, I am an orphan. But I had great times as a kid and as an adult. My dad lived with me for 15 years. He died here in our house while I read the 23rd psalm and Farley V was at his side.

My mom died in 08. I layed in her bed with her and sang all the hymns we sang in church all those years. I'd like to think she heard me.

Gosh, I sure do miss them.

Originally Posted by Pookie-poo

That's a difficult question to answer. I'm really very close to both of my parents.

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...same feelings here!,...

My parents are deceased now, but I always thought my Daddy hung the moon. I was so lucky to have a good Daddy that loved me.

I was always daddy's girl and my brother was always momma's boy. My mom admitted to my grandmother recently that she resented me growing up because my grandmother took me as a daughter instead of just a granddaughter. I always got along better with my dad, always went to his auto repair shop to work on cars, he'd let me do or have what I wanted within reason if I earned it with my grades or worked for it. He tells me he wishes I were still living with them all the time because my mom and brother don't like him and the house is usually at odds with one another. My dad was 46 (mom was 27) when I was born, and had a daughter 21 years before I was born. Even she is jealous of me because I was more of daddy's girl than she ever was.

Originally Posted by LaRussa

Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's.

Today is Fatherâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Day which brings me to my Sunday question.

Do you favor one parent over the other.

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It's monday here already but I'm answering anyway: I feel much more comfortable around my dad and his side of the family than my mom. It's kinda weird because mom raised me after they separated with dad when I was 4 and I never got the chance to really get to know him well (his new wife hated me and my sis). We do see each other few times a year, like on birthdays or xmas. His mom (my grandma) is coming for a visit tomorrow, she's my fave.

So you had Father's Day there now, we have it in November.

No way! I do get along with my mom better though but I love them both.

My Dad, I miss him. The last time I spoke to him and he could talk to me was a year ago on Father's Day. He died in September.

Originally Posted by Trouts mom

My mom. My dad wasn't around.

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Same here. My Mom and Dad were engaged, young, and when I was born my father decided he didn't want the responsibility and took off. He was never, ever in my life, nor was anyone on his side of the family. Last year I contacted him on Facebook, we went back and forth a few times but neither one of us really felt the need to continue communication. I did just fine this far without him.

My Mom and I had our differences growing up, but now she is very much my best friend. She is the strongest, most resiliant woman I know.

Dad was very strict but I loved him very much. We lost him to a car accident in February of 1985.

My father passed away three years ago on April 21st. He died in his sleep in the basement of the house I grew up in of massive heart failure watching tv in his favorite chair. My brother found his body. When we lost my dad, it was catastrophic to me. I couldn't figure out how to even put on pants - the buttons and zippers were too much for me - for about a week. When I lost my dad, I lost my super-hero. He saved my life on several occasions. When I had SIDS he breathed air back into my tiny lungs and saved my life. When I was young and tried to be-friend rattle snakes around the property, he would save me. When I tried to hug a polar bear in a standing cage at the zoo, he saved me from being swiped.

Now my mom and I are best friends. It's not a question of preferring one to the other, I just knew I could count on one or the other for certain things.

Need to bury an animal, I would call my dad for help with a shovel and some strength. Need to put together furniture, his intelligence and patience and time would be there. But my dad was not much of a conversationalist so talking wasn't much of what we did. He was a doer. He showed love through action. I miss all of his actions.

Need to get a stain out of clothes, I use my mom's expertise. Need to figure out how to cook something, I use her ears. Need to just putz around, I do that with her. Need to just cry, or laugh or vent, she's almost always there. Need to do errands and don't want to go alone, I go to her. Got a weird bump on my leg that may or may not be a hive? Go check with her, she'll be able to tell because she knows my body more than anyone else.

I love my parents.