Reflecting back on what has happened to me when I first take up almost the full job of looking after our two children; my three-year-old son and eight-month-old daughter, then.
I had undergone right Amygdalohippocampectomy on December 14, 2015, and the unexpected huge repercussions that happened early in January 19, 2016 that nearly ended my life, here on earth. Now the time has arrived for me to spend most of my time with my two children again.
Left my permanent job with the sole purpose of looking after my two children, life has been more of a blessing than sadness.
I had spent, most of my childhood days, missing my parents, as I have the chance to stay with close relatives, for the purpose schooling and helping them or them helping me. Many tears have been shed by me because I had missed my parents so much.
So, it has been my goal that once I had my own child I will not leave them whether they are with somebody or not as long as possible. I want them to have me by their side in whatever they need and witness them as many as I could.
In that way our emotional attachment and understanding might reach the necessary level needed by a normal human being. However, I do not want to be a possessive Dad, throughout my life, either.
They are my (our) hope for a better future. Even if I didn’t succeed in trying to mold them into a good human being, I will simply say, I ‘d tried my best. I gave them my whole time, in this short span of life. Furthermore, it is more important for me that they live their life in the likeness of God.
On the contrary, I have this fear that I might not be able to provide them their financial needs. Also, there is also this fear that in my old age I might not be able to take care of myself and left alone by myself. There is no guarantee in life that every good or bad thing is going to happen.
A life, once lived, will not come back, as they say. I may regret or I may regret not, that is in the hands of the Heavenly Father. Sometimes, I did missed my office-goer life. “Fight the good fight”.
Yes, it is important for me state that I am not a single parent. My wife is working hard to put bread on the table every day. Work culture in our city was hard. No reasonable off-days when most needed were common.
Happy Father’s Day!
*Re-published Sept 2016
