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Where did you come from
personals [ Thoughts ]
where have you gone

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by [RJ Simpson ]

2004-03-24  |     | 



For those people who have children.

Sometimes children can enter this world by accident, sometimes by mistake. You didn't think you have a child, maybe you were'nt ready; but it happens and afterwards theres not a great deal you can do about it. I have two children, not by mistake but by accident. One, the eldest, is my ex-fiance's son. That relationship didn't work out. When she was pregnant I moved to my parents town (a fair distant from the ex) with intentions to move back down to be with my son. Little did I know that I would meet my future wife in my parents town.

I didn't go back to be with my son. Instead, my wife (girlfriend at the time) became pregnant, by accident, and there was a little girl on the way. There is four months between my two children!

Due to distance, I don't see my son as often as I like; but I live with my wife and daughter.

Today my wife and I had an arguement, as couple do. This arguement lead to the assumption that we shouldn't be together. Divorce was in the air and seemed inevitable, unavoidable. She left me, packed her things and took my daughter, leaving me in a big empty house with a cat, which I might add, licks his balls for an unusally high percentage of the day. The heat of the arguement did not allow me to talk things through with my wife, even say goodbye (I'm sure you know the type)
However, I did say goodbye to my two year old daughter. I cried my heart out, the poor girl didn't know what was going on. I just sat there on the floor, head rested against her chest and cried. Any man would.
When she had gone I realised something - No matter how much or how little you love your children, you should never be apart. It is the hardest thing to have to say goodbye to your child, especially when they don't know what your really saying.

After crying a while longer on my daughters bed, i decided that marriage, children and families are much harder than they seem. Not hard to work, but hard to break. If it looks like it's going to break then get in there quick and fix it - you nearly always can. That's what I did and now my daughter is in bed and my wife is by my side.

My advice to the reader is this. Never let them go, children especially. A wife or a husband can be replaced; but a child is unique, special, the one thing that lives on when your dead and buried. Love every moment and treasure the time you share. When you come home from work and you really can't be arsed; be arsed, tell them how your day was. Most parents I know don't talk to their kids enough. Open up to them, tell them how you feel about things, about life, about them.

Live everyday like it's your last, you don't know what's round the corner. Even if your child entered this world as an accident, give them love and attention. They look to you for answers, they will aspire to be like you.

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