We’ve written about parenting, describing the highs and lows of
raising 13 children between us. Presently, Rob relates a long standing
tradition in his family.
The Method to Our
Madness
On a recent warm summer
night in the Kansas City suburbs, I sat hunched around the kitchen table of a
hotel suite with my three daughters, poring over a scratch-off map of the United 
States revealing the states
and cities we’d visited as a quartet with the scrape of a quarter across the
gold coating. It was opening night of our annual Daughter’s Weekend, two
uninterrupted days devoted to father-daughter bonding. Our first activity was plotting
the places we’d gone to in the 23 years we’ve carried on this tradition (ten states,
12 cities it turned out). Figuring out where we’d traveled let each of us
reflect on the meaning of our yearly meetings to each other and to our family
life.
In the mid-90s, I pondered the reality of having three
daughters from two marriages who lived in different places. A significant age
gap separated them. One was in college
and the other two had just passed toddlerhood. I’d read plenty about the
benefit to girls of developing strong relationships with their fathers – fewer
teen pregnancies, less involvement with drugs, fewer entanglements in abusive intimate
relationships. I wanted those things for my girls, though I knew no magic
bullet existed. I could do everything right and things still might go to hell
in a handbasket.
What did I do? To make a long story short, I borrowed a
practice from my wife’s family and made some adjustments. Ida and her three
younger sisters occasionally headed off on jaunts they called “Sisters
Weekend.” Husbands, boyfriends, and children weren’t invited. The Stewart sisters
said these excursions helped them forge stronger bonds with each other. Could
my daughters and I do something similar and get the same benefit?
Being the way I am, I made up some rules:
- We’d alternate between weekends at home (Houston) and taking trips.
- This would be an annual event everyone could buy into and count on.
- We’d share responsibilities. At home, each person would have meal preparation, clean-up duty, or a planning job, depending on maturity. On trips, while I paid for virtually everything in the early years, once the daughters grew up and became gainfully employed, we split meals, lodging, and entertainment, roughly according to ability to pay.
- Trips would feature educational activities, not just entertainment, meaning museums and cultural centers as well as ball games and shows.
- No wives or brothers allowed.
- No work! I couldn’t draft briefs and motions and the girls had to finish their school work pre-trip.
I didn’t know if (a)
the girls would buy into my idea or (b) if it would help in creating bonds between each of them and me or
between them as sisters. When we started in 1996
at home in Houston, I hoped it would become a longstanding tradition, but I had
no more than that – hope.
between them as sisters. When we started in 1996
at home in Houston, I hoped it would become a longstanding tradition, but I had
no more than that – hope.
Our Greatest Hits
Over the years we generally
maintained that 1-1 ratio of home events to trips, though we make more trips now.
We’ve seen some of America’s most intriguing cities,
including New Orleans,
Kansas City, Chicago, Denver, and Nashville. We’ve been to a remote lake resort
(Wisconsin), taken college tours (Arkansas and North Carolina), visited museums
(the Field Museum in Chicago, World War II in New Orleans, Country Music Hall
of Fame in Nashville, Negro League Baseball in Kansas City, Crystal Bridges in
Bentonville, Arkansas), and been entertained by comedians, dancers, and singers
all over. We’ve eaten great meals (Emeril’s Delmonico in New Orleans, Arthur
Bryant’s Barbeque in Kansas City), and scrounged for late night snacks.
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| 2017 New Orleans-Left to Right: Murriel, Rob, Shaun, Kathryn |
Did it Work? You Bet it Did!
My daughters, Shaun, Murriel, and Kathryn and I don’t have
perfect relationships, either father-daughter or sister-sister. We have
disagreements, arguments, and spats with each other and occasionally about each
other. We all have bones we could pick with each other.
But nobody got into
serious trouble and all three graduated from reputable colleges (Miami, Arkansas, Clemson/Cal-Berkeley). 
All have been gainfully employed during their
adult lives. None depend on me or society. We’ve all chipped in to help each
other from time to time, but no one requires more than the normal love and
support good family members give each other. I’d call each a cherished friend and
a loving daughter.
All have been gainfully employed during their
adult lives. None depend on me or society. We’ve all chipped in to help each
other from time to time, but no one requires more than the normal love and
support good family members give each other. I’d call each a cherished friend and
a loving daughter.
Daughter’s Weekend doesn’t get credit for all that, of course.
It is one weekend a year. The day-to-day work of their mothers, brothers,
teachers, spiritual communities, and their own character played bigger roles in
creating the good people my daughters have become.
I’ll always believe, though, another thing played a part -- the
time I spent with them on those weekends, when they had my undivided attention
and when nothing distracted them from feeling my love for them or theirs for me
and for each other.
At the end of that Kansas City visit, as we piled into the
car for the trip to the airport, Murriel asked, “Where are we going next year?”
“Atlanta, maybe?” Kathryn offered, scanning the rest of us.
“Fine with me,” I said, putting luggage into the trunk.
“Me too,” Shaun said.
“Long live Daughters Weekend!”
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| 2016 Chicago - Left to Right:Rob, Shaun, Murriel, Kathryn |
