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Tell him to hold her with an open hand and she just might stay.

That's a very good way to put it. Now I just have to figure out how to say it in Masterchief language. They live in a whole different world.

I'm a retired senior chief...so i speak the language......Tell him it's real simple...Either he loves her no matter what, or he loses her to all the bad things the world holds.....Explain to him girls are different-that they need a very understanding daddy who will NEVER reject them no matter what...NEVER.

And don't you be upset if he holds you to a higher standard...Allow him to use all his patience and forgiveness on her.....and in doing, so you will too for yours.

Well, my mom...... is an older version of me. I look like her, and I guess I pretty much have the same values & everything as my mom. (I'm just......smaller, haha) I get my height & body stature from my dad's side of the family.

To tell ya the whole story..... My mom & dad were married young, and stayed married for 39 years. They had 9 kids together, and when I was 21, my mom left him. She is now remarried, he is still- and will always be- single. My dad was a severe alcoholic, and my mom simply stayed until her kids were grown- then left him. He has since become a recovered alcoholic, and he is a very different person. But, they are nonetheless, divorced. It was a hard blow to all of us kids. Kinda that "This stuff only happens to other families" kind of thing. It is the ONLY time in my life-ever- that I have been estranged from my mom. We are like best friends, but I couldn't accept her leaving my dad at first. Now, I have a better understanding of the hell she went through, and I realize they are both better off now.

My mom, like I said, is alot like me. I am maybe, just a more *racier* version of my mom. Haha, I guess that's how you'd say it. But only because, times change and so do the new generations of people. She don't drink, she don't cuss (much, haha) she don't smoke.....My mom is from Texas, and grew up winning western dance competitions with her brother, and raising horses. She has a god awful southern accent, and leaves people wondering where in the heck "over yonder" is. She is the best mom, best grandma, and best great grandma that ever walked the earth. Everyone who knows her likes her. She's down to earth, and just... herself. She's not a "lady", she's a bit southern and old fashioned,  she's just..... mom. She collects and shoots black powder rifles, she's an excellent marksman. And oh, you'll love this one..... She was the state women's champion for hatchet throwing in California, prior to her moving here. (she belongs to the Mountain Man clubs)  :D  My mom is 66, looks about 55, and still can outwork most men in the woods. (really)

My dad, is also a great person. He is a fiddler, of course. He's the one who got all of us kids into music mostly, though mom did too. (mom sings, plays the guitar and mandolin, and has always been- and will always be- my biggest fan & champion in music).  Dad plays.... everything that pertains to bluegrass music. His fiddle is his baby, but he plays guitar, fiddle, mandolin, banjo, bass, and harmonica too... pretty much anything you slap in his hands, he can make music on. And he sings too, or used to. (only does now when us kids twist his arm a bit)  :D  Let's see, he was a truck driver, cattle ranch foreman, and in Texas had his own business cutting cedar posts for fencing from cedar breaks. He used to play in a band all over Texas & Oklahoma, haha, the "Cripple Creek Playboys" they were called, him & his brothers. His dad was choctaw indian, I suppose that's where I get my mean streak.  :shock: Alot of people disclaim their indian heritage, my dad is proud of it- and taught us to be the same. As I said, he was an alcoholic, but even back then as a kid..... he was still my dad, and I followed him around being his tool boy when he worked on cars, or wanting to play music when we had the chance. He lives across town, I see him often.... and I wouldn't trade him for any dad in the world. He's the best.

So now you know about my dad..... and my mom. As for what they think of each other..... they get along fine. Not at first, but through the years they have gotten over that, and now remain friends. My dad would tell anyone what a great person my mom is, and vise versa. My mom still loves to hear my dad play fiddle.

Wow, and don't get me reminiscing......

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♥ Laugh your heart out, dance in the rain. Cherish the memories, ignore the pain. Love and learn, forget and forgive. Because you only have one life to live. ♥

Thanks Senior, I'll do exactly that. You just saved me a few hundred bucks on therapy. Not that I would have gone.

Next time you see your folks, give them a hug for me.....I kinda figured you were special....Now I know for sure.