So many of us are like our Dads.
So in honor of Father’s Day Sunday, we asked readers to tell us when they knew they were just like their Dads.
Sometimes, we notice it in little things – walking or talking like him, having his same hands. Sometimes it’s in the things we say to our own your kids, or in our habits – like arriving for appointments 20 minutes early.
In honor of Father’s Day we asked readers to complete the phrase: “I knew I had become my Dad when ...”
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As you read the responses, you will no doubt smile, laugh – and maybe even see your Dad in them.
We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we did.
A ‘Real Dad’
I knew that I had become my Dad when I went to a program in his honor. My father passed away in November of last year, and earlier that year when he was sick, he asked me to attend a program on his behalf.
At the program there were several ministers that he had mentored over his 42 years of being a pastor. I had heard it many times before that I spoke like my father and attempted to sing like him. At the program I accepted an award on behalf of my father and spoke about his strength and his wisdom. One of the ministers at the program said it was amazing that he could close his eyes and see my father while I spoke because my mannerisms and speech were so like my father.
I am like father in his love for people, especially children, and helping them in any way possible. My father not only passed these traits on to me but also to my siblings. There could not have been a greater example of being a “Real Dad” than Heyward Allen Hinton.
Nate Hinton, Columbia (in memory of Heyward Allen Hinton)
‘Dad, why do you always do that?’
My sister and I were raised by two great parents in the greatest decade that there has ever been, the 80’s. We were church-going people who loved each other and always (well, usually) got along great. My Dad worked like all Dads and we waited for him to come home after work every day. He taught me how to love your family and to be involved in everything that family did together.
It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that my 12-year-old son reminded me I am turning into my Dad.
My wife and I and my son were on the way to church, but before we left the house I noticed his hair was messed up. So without thinking I ran my hands through his hair to try to fix it. He said, “Dad, why do you always do that?” At that point, I realized, I do that because my Dad did that to me when I was 12 years old. At 12 years old, I reacted just like my son did. “Why are you doing that? Stop it!!” Just one example of how now I am turning into my Dad. Every night when we tuck my son into bed we tell him we will see him in the morning. Because none of us are guaranteed another day. And just like my Dad did when I was a young kid, I tell my son I love him.
Tommy Mclellan, Cayce
Pride in service
We knew we had become our Dad when we began putting on an Air Force uniform one weekend a month and attending drill at McEntire Air National Guard Base, just as our father had done for the previous 25 years. Dad had been covertly selling us on the Air Guard for years, taking us to drill with him so that we could play in the air plane park, watching the Thunderbirds when they were in town, and spending two-week summer vacations to wherever he happened to be on active duty for the year. The prospect of free food and uniforms, decent pay and college tuition closed the deal for us!
Staff Sgt. Neil McLean, Blythewood, and Senior Airman Patrick McLean, Columbia
Doing things just like Dad
I knew I had become my Dad when I found myself doing things he did that I thought were funny as I was growing up.
I knew I had become my Dad when we had somewhere to go and I was always ready early. At least 20 to 30 minutes mind you!
When I found myself watching football and basketball instead of my recorded favorite television shows.
When I began to value the little things many take for granted, like wanting to instill in my children the value of working hard for what you want.
Carla Carpenter Adams, Lexington
While working in his garden each day a gentleman passer-by frequently asked my Dad, “Let me have two dollars?” My Dad responded, “I don’t have two dollars.” That exchange annoyed me, so I asked to speak to the man. Dad said, “No, don’t worry about it”… This happened for several months. I stopped seeing the man so I asked my Dad what happened to him … He said, “I gave him the two dollars.”
Similarly a street guy routinely bugged me for five dollars, seemingly knowing when I was in the yard … I gave him the five dollars and he stopped coming by.
Terry Scott, Columbia (in memory of Glenn Scott Sr.)
I am my father’s daughter
Even though I was his daughter, I find myself so like my Dad. I am the frugal one with forethought in my family. But the most overt things are fussing at my family about turning lights off as they go along, don’t let all the air conditioning out, close the refrigerator and “what do you mean you didn’t water the flowers?” I was also blessed with his self-deprecating sense of humor.
I’m glad I am my father’s daughter and I miss him every day.
Vicki Dement Zakian, (in memory of Jere H. Dement)
The ‘nervous cough’
I knew I had become my Dad when I started hearing myself do a “nervous cough” before making a phone call. Or when I realized I could no longer bend down to touch my toes.
Heather Blackwell, Columbia
My face is my Dad’s face
I knew I had become my Dad when…..
I looked in the mirror and saw his face smiling back at me. My face is my Dad’s face. Dad taught me to be honest, hardworking, kind, to say thank you and hello to everyone. I share that with my son and grandsons, his lineage.
He has been gone for almost seven years and is missed every day, but his memories live in my heart forever, shared with family and friends. I love you always, Pops!
Andrea Wolfe, Columbia (in memory of Jose A. Pacheco)
A father, and a son
Last summer, my visit to Congaree River erupted into a flashback. I sat in the back of the boat watching my son count his discoveries: a heron gliding above the water, an egret dancing on the shore, and a gar fish hovering below the surface. I thought, this is amazing – this is amazing – while down river, a game warden’s outboard buzzed and in the distance men fished from their boats. I knew I had become my Dad. It’s great being a father and, at the same time, a son.
Following in his footsteps
We knew we became our Dad, when we followed in his footsteps and earned degrees in two different areas of health care. Our father was a registered pharmacist and chiropractic physician. As it turned out, his sons are chiropractic physicians, as well as family nurse practitioners.
Although our Dad, Dr. Sander Fields, is retired, he still takes time to visit us at our office, Fields Health Clinic, on Devine Street in Columbia.
Dr. James Fields and Dr. Andrew Fields, Columbia
I knew I had become my Dad when as an Eagle Scout I learned many of the life skills my father possessed(which I still use today), like integrity, persistence, hard work, kindness, and faith in God.
As a teenager I spent two summers on the Lewis Farm in Bessimer City (where my father was born) growing oats and wheat, spreading cow manure, and blowing corn silage. During my summers between college I worked beside my father at Sunrise Dairy in Gastonia, making popsicles, ice cream, and loading freezer food. I could hardly keep up with him! He was a strong man and a wonderful role model.
Carl Marvin “Buddy” Lewis Jr., Columbia