Letter To My Children’s Father: You’ll Miss All Of This Except

You will be left apart from fatherhood and all the wonderful experiences it brings. All those moments that make being a father an experience worth experiencing will pass you by.

The magic of childhood is fleeting and it flows through your fingers like sand. When the best moments we share and our most precious memories are gone, they will never be reclaimed.

I am sorry that the enchantment and innocence of our children will not be seen by you. I am saddened that their love and joy is wasted when you ignore with a shrug the most precious gift that life could have given us.

I understand the emptiness in your gaze, for I know what is missing from your heart. Unable to fulfill your responsibilities as the father of two rowdy little ones, you would rather spend your evening outdoors drinking and your day recovering from its consequences. And all the time, the truths of the universe were here, at home. You stay except for paternity.

You’re missing out on a lot

I kept moving forward, just as life has taught me. Because of them, my angels. I smiled at you, I wished you all the best from the bottom of my heart, for the sake of our children.

I pretended I didn’t notice what our difference happened in the days that followed. I protected myself from pain and protected our children from your bad example. You are so childish that you cannot appreciate the gifts life has given you.

You should have been a man. You should have been someone the kids could look up to and respect. Role model, example and responsible person in their lives.

You should have been there when they needed you. But you failed, and yet, they love you with all their hearts. They think of you and wait for you – in vain.

Here our days are filled with pure, deep, unconditional love. They are full of colors and are tinted with the harmony of children’s bright sounds.

Hours roll as we play and play, sing songs and hug and tell silly jokes, making memories that will last a lifetime.

I don’t blame you, I feel sorry for you

I don’t blame you, I feel sorry for you. I don’t hate you either. The only things you feel are grief and remorse.

Of course, I hope things could be different. It really hurts me when I see you like that, missing out on not only the best things in life. But I’ve already let go of you.

Time heals, but it doesn’t wipe out or change direction. You can try to continue to make up for lost time, and I will continue to enjoy every second I get to spend next to them.

Lie down with whoever you want, whenever you want. I am the lucky one to get close to sleeping with my little ones.

Just keep exploring the high-flying life and looking for cures for the hangover. I teach my children artists, or doctors, or whatever they may want.

You can brag about going out every night with a new woman, but I cherish the love that will last a lifetime.

Just keep doing what you’ve always done: making excuses while I create memories. You would be stunned to see how much kids have learned, how much they have grown up and how smart they are. For me, it’s no surprise – I get to see it every day.

I have been teaching them important lessons and reinforcing their values. I’m not sure you would even know how to do it. I’m sorry you’ll be surprised to see their small demonstrations of attention and loyalty.

To me, they come as no surprise. I know how close they are and how sweet they can be. My strengths, and my weaknesses. They love me just as much as I love them.

You stay except for paternity

As long as you selfishly continue your life, always putting yourself first, you will be left apart not only from paternity and all the miracles it brings.

I can see now that this role was way too much for you. After all, being a father is not just a biological function. It is a full-time job, a source of joy and happiness.

And now the kids you claim to love are divorced from you. You don’t know what they want, or what they’re interested in.

You have no idea of ​​their dreams and fears, their achievements and failures, their irritations or efforts, or what their favorite foods, songs, books or toys are.

You don’t know what they’ve learned to do, or where they’re good. You are never involved when they have exercises or games.

But at least I know that I myself will always be there to encourage them. They look my face in the stands to reassure themselves that all is well.

I don’t blame you. You were just a little lost boy who tried and failed to teach them to be gentlemen. You have no principles, so how could you teach them to recognize good and evil.

You’re missing out on a role you’ve never been able to take on. I’m not mad at you because I realize you’ve never really been able to change.

The truth is, on the day my children were born, the world changed in one fell swoop. However, your world remained the same. Your days and nights did not change.

My anger has now subsided, and I can only pity you. You stay not only for paternity, for the time that I enjoy every second here with the children I love with all my heart.