Father of the Year! Loving Dad Gets Tattoo to Match Daughter’s Cochlear Implant So She Wouldn’t Feel Different
Alistair Campbell is a (great) dad from Taupo, New Zealand. His 6-year-old daughter Charlotte is hearing impaired, fully deaf in her left ear, and with a limited ability to transmit sound to her brain from her right. She had her first cochlear implant put in when she was four, and just recently had to go back to the hospital to have another put in. Still, her dad was determined for her not to feel like an outsider because of her condition, so he booked his own appointment, except his was at the tattoo parlor.
Alistair, who previously had no tattoos, shaved his head and had a realistic tattoo of a cochlear implant inked on his scalp. When asked why he did it, he told the New Zealand Herald,
“My love for her really. Hey, my hair can grow back.”
It really is a sweet gesture. He can go about his life with no one the wiser, but any time he wants to reconnect with his daughter, all he has to do is bust out the razor. What a brilliant dad hack.
Charlotte’s diagnosis didn’t come as a surprise – her mother Anita has used a cochlear implant too, and her brother has hearing aids. Now the whole family matches. What’s more, Anita says that the implants have had a wonderful effect on her, transforming her from someone who would keep to herself to “pretty much a social butterfly.” Of course, it can’t hurt that she has some kickass parents.
A Chinese father in the Sichuan province walks his son to school every day. But this isn’t your typical father son stroll. Yu Xukang uses a specially constructed bamboo basket that he straps onto his back to carry his 12-year-old, Xiao Qiang, to school. Xiao is three feet tall and born with an undiagnosed disability that left him with a hunchback and twisted limbs. So every day, Yu walks eighteen miles across mountainous terrain to make sure his son gets an education. After a four-and-a-half mile journey to drop Xiao off, Yu heads back home to work in the fields. Later in the day he makes the same trip to take his son home.
Even though his body is disabled, Xiao Qiang’s mind is sound, and his father knows that. The only school that would take him is Fengxi Primary School, which is 5 miles away. “My son with his disabilities is not in a position to walk on his own and it also means that he can’t ride a bike,”
1. Removing the struggle from your child’s life.
It’s SO hard to watch them struggle but they need to learn how to cope with struggle itself as it is our best teacher.
When my oldest was about nine months old he still wasn’t crawling. He was still technically my foster child at that point and we had a home nurse that came monthly to check on us. I asked her about the crawling and she pointed out how I had him sitting in a circle of toys that were all within his reach. He was happy and had no need to learn to crawl because life was being handed to him. She went over and pulled the toys away from his little circle of blanket. He of course cried and then I cried and she just kept me from giving the toys back. I told her that with his vision issues he could no longer see the toys and she didn’t care and continued to hold me back. Well he didn’t just magically start crawling but he did stop crying and start exploring.
You have to allow your children to struggle!
I use this story often with them when they think I’m being mean for not helping with something. I explain that sometimes as their mother it is my job to let them cry and figure things out for themselves. I’m not sure they fully understand it yet but when they’re older they will.
1. If there’s one thing I know (besides how to power my alarm clock with a quickly decaying potato [Thanks scouts!]) it’s that for all intents and purposes, a baby is the equivalent of a tiny, severely astonishingly incomprehensible, intoxicated elderly midget, and you are responsible for it. Fuck us, right?
When you learn you are about to become a parent, what you’re essentially being informed of is that for the next twelve to fifteen years, you are going to be the metaphorical equivalent of a designated driver. Because you have to get the drunks home; The drunks in this analogy being your child, and home being adulthood. Now by designated driver, I don’t mean you can’t drink, fuck no. Far from it. In fact, I’m not entirely sure it’s possible to raise kids without at least occasionally being completely fucking intoxicated. (My father once said “The day I can’t do my job drunk is the day I hang up my school-bus keys”). What I’m saying is you’re the one with the keys.
If you’re not immediately hip to this analogy, allow me to elaborate on the clear similarities between your child and the average Prom queen after her eighth pomegranate appletini. I’ll work from the sober phase to drunk because that’s how I normally do it anyway… stick with me.
Around fourteen or fifteen years of age your kid is basically just a little buzzed and a little stupid, but you can mostly leave them to their own devices without them killing themselves or someone else. I’ll not elaborate because this stage is the most boring. I mean, they’re not funny or cool, and they don’t think you’re funny or cool. You’re basically both just waiting for the kid to graduate and leave the fucking house.
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I graduated High School this week. When my Dad said he had a present for me I thought I was getting some cheesy graduation card. But what I received was something truly priceless. Following the ceremony he handed me a bag with a copy of “Oh the Places You’ll Go,” by Doctor Seuss inside. At first I just smiled and said that it meant a lot and that I loved that book. But then he told me “No, open it up.” …On the first page I see a short paragraph written by none other than my kindergarten teacher. I start tearing up but I’m still confused. He tells me “Every year, for the past 13 years, since the day you started kindergarten I’ve gotten every teacher, coach, and principal to write a little something about you inside this book.” He managed to keep this book a secret for 13 years, and apparently everyone else in my life knew about it! Yes the intended effect occured… I burst out in tears. Sitting there reading through this book there are encouraging and sweet words from every teacher I love and remember through my years in this small town. My early teachers mention my “Pigtails and giggles,” while my high school teachers mention my “Wit and sharp thinking..” But they all mention my humor and love for life. It is astounding to receive something this moving, touching, nostalgic, and thoughtful. I can’t express how much I love my Dad for this labor of love.
You know those children’s drawings parents stick to their refrigerator? Well, Keith Anderson doubled down with his own awesome way of preserving the doodles drawn by his 11-year-old son, Kai — by having them tattooed on his arms.
Photographer Chance Faulkner heard about Keith’s unique style and went to meet with him.
Over the years three different tattoo artists have recreated the drawings on Anderson’s right arm. Including one in Boulder, Colorado, one in Chatham, and most recently his friend Tedd in Peterborough.