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A Father's Reflection

Each and every moment is a gift that they share with me...

Today is my son's 10th birthday.

I never thought I would make it, but now, my kids are my life. They keep me from stopping.

My own father was murdered when I was five and those 'why' and 'what if' demons never leave. They also remind me of their presence at the most inopportune times.

Each birthday that reaches my son, I hope that I have been, and still can be, the father to him that I did not have. I sometimes feel that he and I are on borrowed time. That lingering feeling is a terrible burden that I wish for no one. I know I am not the best Dad. I have my flaws, but I try to guide him the best I can.

My relationship with my daughter feels different, possibly more complex. It seems like a father figure is more important for her. I cannot yet explain why, but I have my suspicions.

A couple days ago, with the perpetual room-filling smile and positive energy that he possesses, my son told me that his life was perfect. He could not imagine it being better.


Thank you, little buddy.

Happy Birthday!


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