They are best served with fries
I wanted a girl. I got her. Then my ex told (not asked) me that two was going to be the number. My fear was that I loved my daughter so much I didn’t have enough love left to share between two. I resisted for about two months. #2 wormed her way into my heart. My greatest pleasures in life has been teaching, sharing, nudging. Sometimes nicely and sometimes not so nice. The worst was hanging the number for social services and the youth emergency shelter by the phone for the oldest and, saying “we have rules, if you don’t want to follow them these are people who may be able to help you” and then praying she didn’t make the call. She didn’t and just graduated U. She lived with me, paid for her own education, managed her money from part time work, and doesn’t have a student loan. # 2 kind of got messed up while we were becoming exs, but I am lucky enough to have her with me to watch her start to blossom and start her post secondary journey. Throughout it all, the thing that I have found to be the most fun is enjoying tying the generations together. Remembering the lessons my parents taught me, depending on them and their teaching me, and teaching them and then their depending on me. At the same time the second cycle was happening to me in the next generation. My father is ninety six and my youngest is 19 and although my father is failing we all still learn from each other and are all totallyinvolved with each other. If their ma only knew what she is missing out on by being close but on the sidelines.
So the survey right – yes they are the joy of my life, I think my life would be fulfilled without them, and I miss my freedom as sometimes I wish they would just piss off for a while so I could have my own adult fun in my own house.
As they say, enjoy your children while they are young, as they will use what you have taught them to choose whether they will reciprocate and change your diapers when you are old.
