It’s a funny thing when something forces you to reflect on the life that you’re living.
My son is growing fast; he’s the teenager that I always wish I could’ve been. I spoil him, but then again, I don’t have bags of money to throw at him. My love for him was something that I never knew I would ever be capable of; he is my world.
Most days I question my ability as a parent. I am always torn between doing what is supposed to be the right thing, and listening to my heart and allowing him to be a free spirit. I don’t know if he will thank me for that when he’s older, but either way, I aim to keep him happy.
I hope that he remembers his childhood, and my role in his development when I am long gone. Sometimes I worry about how he will cope, especially when I can’t be there for him. So, for now, I will do my very best to be the best dad for Karta that I can, and I will make much more of an effort to help him in any way that I can.
My dad wasn’t there for me; I think that tells you all you need to know?