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Bill Belew has raised 2 bi-cultural kids, now 34 and 30. And he and his wife are now parenting a 3rd, Mia, who is 8.

Today I strive to be the strength of his shoulders because I am proud to be my dad’s daughter. Love you dad…need you always.

For dad,  his loved ones’ happiness meant more to him than his own. He always puts others happiness before his, thus gaining so much love and respect and earning all the sweet nicknames.

My dad encouraged me to pursue my studies and to have a steadfast career. While I was in two minds to join my dream company as it involved a lot of travel, he made me realize to always hold on to my dreams and pursue it. Thanks dad for making me independent.

He had always shown the same measure of happiness at the birth of all us siblings. For him we are his gems and peace to his eyes.

He not only taught me the complexities of maths and science but also the true nuances of religion and faith. He instilled the belief that faith is the most important pillar of life. He taught me the joy of giving and sharing. Thanks dad for making me content and faithful.

As children we don’t understand the hardships our parents go through to make us safe and happy. Dads, being the bread earner struggle alone without his family but did not uproot his children from their familiar surroundings.

Thanks dad for making me value every relationship.

When it was time for me to get married, I was scared he would reject my choice of husband but he wanted me to be happy and knew that my happiness depended on his acceptance. But he made me respect opinion of others.

Our dads make us humane and understand the realities and truth of life.

Whenever I am around him, I seem to be engulfed in a warm and serene cocoon.  For me, my dad is the epitome of all the goodness in this world and everyday is Father’s Day…. I Love you dad.

Being the only child I was always pampered, encouraged to take up challenges. He always supported me. I used to copy all his habits be it the way he brushed or the way he walked. We used to have play-fights whenever he would come back from work. He always gave me the best of everything without me asking for it.

As a child I remember always roaming around in my daddy’s arms being carried by him either on his shoulders or in his arms.

I have lots of memories many which I want to pen down but as I am writing my heart is crying and I have to control my tears. Years have passed by but the memories are fresh.

Talk to Bill and others about their experiences raising bi-cultural Japanese-American kids.

Bill Belew

Daddy and Christian.

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