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高一英语作文 父亲的爱

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高一英语作文 父亲的爱  The only thing on my husband s description would be the word fun written in big red letters along the top.
Although he is a selfless caregiver and provider, our children think of him more as a combination of a jungle gym and bozo and clown.
  Our parenting styles compliment each other.
His style is a nonstop adventure where no one has to worry about washing their hands, eating vegetables, or getting cavities.
My style is similar to Mussolini.
I m too busy worrying to be fun.
Besides, every time I try, I am constantly outdone by my husband.
I bought my children bubble gum flavored toothpaste and I taught them how to brush their teeth in tiny circles so they wouldn t get cavities.
They thought it was neat until my husband taught them how to rinse by spitting out water between their two front teeth like a fountain.
I took the children on a walk in the woods and, after two hours, I managed to corral a slow ladybug into my son s insect cage.
I was cool until their father came home, spent two minutes in the backyard, and captured a beetle the size of a Chihuahua.
  I try to tell myself I am a good parent even if my husband does things I can t do.
I can make sure my children are safe, warm, and dry.
I ll stand in line for five hours so the children can see Santa at the mall or be first in line to see the latest Disney movie.
But I can t wire the VCR so my children can watch their favorite video.
I can carry my children in my arms when they are tired, tuck them into bed, and kiss them goodnight.
But I can t flip them upside down so they can walk on the ceiling or prop them on my shoulders so they can see the moths flying inside of the light fixture.
I can take them to doctor appointments, scout meetings, or field trips to the aquarium, but I ll never go into the wilderness, skewer a worm on a hook, reel in a fish, and cook it over an open flame on a piece of tin foil.
  I ll even sit in the first row of every Little League game and cheer until my throat is sore and my tonsils are raw, but I ll never teach my son how to hit a home run or slide into first base.
  As a mother I can do a lot of things for my children, but no matter how hard I try--I can never be their father.