You know I have to hold my hand up in shame that I've only just read this thread. Awesome. I feel I should contribute, even though it's unlikely anyone will see it here in the vault.
Anyway. Mum was a clerical assistant for the NHS, now retired. Dad is a retired plumber and postman.
As for relationships with my parents probably two opposite ends of the spectrum. My mum is absolute saint. So full of love for people and is a bit of a party animal (I'm sure Sheik will agree). She's loving, warm and caring. She's always the first on the dance floor at any party and all my mates think she's ace (well you do when it's not your own mum don't you). But, to be honest, much as I moan and say "Mother, behave yourself, you're embarassing me". She doesn't. She is ace. I love her to bits and feel privileged to have a mother like her. It galls me sometimes to see the pain, anguish and emotional blackmail my bitch of a sister puts her through (I don't really talk to my sister anymore. I don't even like her as a person never mind love her like a sister. She's has anger issues)
As for my father our relationship is no more than what can be described as civil. He's never told me he loved me; he's never said he was proud of me and he's a completely closed book emotionally. I guess I put it down to him never knowing his father as his dad died after the war when my dad was still a baby. The thing is, that relationship will never change. He's real old school, non-emotional "men should be men" bullshit and the closest thing he gives out to a hug is a overly firm handshake. I'm fairly sure he loves me in his own way. He's worked his bollocks off to provide for us (especially during the Thatcher years when his soul was destroyed), sending me to a top school (where I met Sheik) and he's forever doing DIY jobs for me as he's great at it and I'm completely hopeless.
I look at some, if not most, of my mates who get on great with their fathers with envy. I see them laughing and joking, sharing things, acting like friends as well as fathers and sons. I see them having a drink one-on-one with their fathers which is something I've never done with mine and never will do. It's something I accept. I'm a fairly open book emotionally and very much like my mother. I don't understand the way he is but, as I say, I accept it. And I know the day he leaves this earth I'll have so much regret and will find it hard to truly mourn.
There is a positive to this though. It's made me adamant me and my son share the things that me and my father never had or will have. I want him to love me as a father and a friend and I sincerely hope he will. I'm going to show him things in this world, teach him to be open-minded and let him realise that there's so much out there in the world other than what is conventionally accepted. He'll be his own man and make his own decisions about his life - I'll ask nothing of him other than showing others respect. You know, most of all, there's no shame in a father and son sharing a pint, a hug or a kiss. Anyone who thinks otherwise is the worse off. My little boy started saying his first attempt at words yesterday. "Dadadadadada". Fantastic. Blew me away. Had tears in my eyes. Pissed the missus off something rotten as she carried him for 9 months and spends the majority of time with him.
And Brendan - I know I gave you a little bit of stick when you shared your father/son kiss thing on the forum but realise this - you're a luckier man than I am in the respect at least you have an emotional bond with a father whose not afraid to let you know he loves you whereas I will never have that. And I feel bad now after writing this that I ribbed you. Sorry.
You know I'm feeling a bit upset now. Honestly.