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Father-craft has been passed down from father to father, losing and gaining at each slow bequeathing. Less heavy-handed there, more soft-hearted here at each generation’s rejection of the disciplines of the past. So much so that I wonder what's left of the original art and what we've lost and what we've gained. This is my food for thought as I feed my daughter crumbled digestive with mashed banana - (Perhaps a favourite of mine and my father's.) - while she grins and chortles, blowing biscuit dust and spittle bubbles with absolute child-delight. Food for thought and thanks as I drink in her smile, wipe my cheek and laugh along, prolonging the choice perfection of this fathering moment.
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Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
Father-craft
Father-craft has been passed down from father to father, losing and gaining at each slow bequeathing. Less heavy-handed there, more soft-hearted here at each generation’s rejection of the disciplines of the past. So much so that I wonder what's left of the original art and what we've lost and what we've gained. This is my food for thought as I feed my daughter crumbled digestive with mashed banana - (Perhaps a favourite of mine and my father's.) - while she grins and chortles, blowing biscuit dust and spittle bubbles with absolute child-delight. Food for thought and thanks as I drink in her smile, wipe my cheek and laugh along, prolonging the choice perfection of this fathering moment.
Notes on fathering, prompoted by a conversation with a young first time father.
stevejeff
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Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
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