Letter To My Children’s Father: You Are Missing The Best In Life
You’re missing out on the best in life. You are missing out on everything that is worthwhile when you are a parent. The magic of childhood flows like sand between your fingers. The best moments that a human being can spend and share, the most beautiful anecdotes, go away and never come back.
I’m sorry for the way you miss out on the freshness and innocence that only they can remind us of our childhood. I feel sorry for when I see the love and happiness you waste every second you avoid on the most beautiful creature that life has been able to give us.
I understand the emptiness that is in your gaze, because I recognize without any difficulty what is missing in your heart. Unable to fulfill your duty as the father of our little rebels, you have devoted nights to bad life and days to recover. When the truth of the universe was already inside your home. Definitely, you are missing out on the best in life .
You’re missing out on the best in life
I looked ahead, as always, as I was taught by life by dint of blows. For them, my little angels. I smiled at you, hoping with all the strength that was in my heart that everything would end well in our lives, just for the sake of our children.
I pretended not to think about what really happened every day after our forced separation, because of the pain you were causing and the bad example you were setting. Immature, so much so that you cannot appreciate the treasure you have in your hands since the day they came to light.
You should be a role model or example to follow, a responsible figure always present and available to them. You have failed, and even so they love you with all their souls, they think of you and wait for you in vain.
Here the days passed full of pure, deep and unconditional love. Full of color, with the harmony of their beautiful and sweet voices as the soundtrack. Between games, songs, lullabies and the funniest outings for children, hours have passed flying, writing in our diary unforgettable madness.
I don’t blame you, I feel sorry for you
I don’t even hate you, because I can only feel compassion and sadness. Of course, I’d rather things were different, because it really hurts me to see you like that. Above all, because you are really missing out on the best in life. But I’ve already let you go.
Time cannot be canceled, nor can we back down. Keep trying to capture all the time you’ve wasted in one fell swoop, while I enjoy every second and every minute by their side. Sleep every night with whoever you want, that I am lucky enough to sleep embraced to my little treasures.
Continue to deal with hangovers and specialize in nightlife. I teach my children to be artists, doctors and everything they want and dream of being. You can brag about dating many women, I will be proud to nurture a love that will last a lifetime, not a single night.
Continue as usual, making excuses while I make memories. You marvel at the things the children have learned and how smart they have grown up and become. To me, however, it is not at all unknown and it does not surprise me.
It was I who was in charge of their education, even of transmitting values to them. Which I don’t even know if you would know or could do. I’m sorry that you are surprised by the displays of affection, kindness and protection between them. It doesn’t surprise me, I know how sweet and accomplices they can be. It gives me strength in so much weakness. Loving them as much as I love them.
You’re missing out on the best in life, the best in parenting
As you live selfish, narcissistic, just for yourself, as if you are at the center of the universe, you are missing out on the best in life, the best in parenthood. A role that is certainly too big for you. Because being a father is not just a biological function, but you have to work every day, with a certain joy and satisfaction.
You lose what you get excited about, what you say so much you love. You don’t know what they love and what they are passionate about, you don’t know their dreams and fears. Their successes and failures, what frustrates them and their difficulties. You don’t even know their favorite foods, songs, books and games.
Not even what are the activities they have learned to do and that make them shine even more. Surely you miss out on training and matches as well. But I will have the peace of mind of being that person they lean on from whom they seek encouragement. The look they seek in the stands to know that everything will be fine, and to feel safe.
I don’t blame you, because being still just a little disoriented child you tried to teach them without being able to be knights, decent people, yet without having principles yourself. You are missing out on the beauty of a role you have taken care of. I am not angry with you, because I understand that you have never had the ability to change and adapt.
It’s that that day my children were born, my world changed dramatically. On the contrary, yours remained the same. Your nights haven’t changed. My anger is over, now I can only feel very sorry for you. Because you are missing out on the best in life, while I don’t miss a second of my beloved children.
