I have no right to complain about life. It is hard sometimes; I can’t deny that. Yet I am still living, and I am blessed with
a wife and three beautiful children.
Through my many failures I can at least look upon what I am
blessed with and feel successful.
I picture at times what my life would be like if I had never
married my first wife. True, I would
have saved myself the headaches that came from the divorce; saved myself the
heartache of it. Yet I would not have
the two beautiful children who were born from that union. I think about what my life would be like if I
had stayed in the military to retire, or stayed on the road travelling from
state to state. Yet I would never have
met my second wife who has given me a beautiful son.
I have held these children in my arms, and at those times,
those moments, my life felt right. I
felt like I had done something right in this world. I look upon my daughter who is 12 now and I
still remember holding her for the first time in my arms. I remember holding her close to me hours
before I left for Iraq, burning the image and sensation in my mind of what that
little baby felt like because when I would come home, that baby would be gone.
I remember the day my first son was born and it seemed as if
all the stars aligned that day. I have
watched him grown, and I hope I have guided him well up to this point. Where my daughter is the intellectual, my
oldest son is the comedian. He makes me
laugh at the corniest of jokes, and his wit is sharper than mine ever was. I missed a lot watching him grow because of
my time in the military.
I missed my daughter’s first steps, her first words; and I would
miss the same with my older son.
Then my third child was born, and I have been here for his
first words, his first steps. I wrestle
with him on the floor because he is a hulking wild child who likes to use his
mother as a jungle gym. He drives me
crazy, my oldest daughter sets me on edge with how much she is growing into a
beautiful woman, and my older son strengthens my resolve to ensure he becomes a
better man than me.
My life is a crazy rollercoaster of children and yet I would
not have it any other way. Their lives
are more precious to me than my own. I
would trade them for nothing. It saddens
me to hear how others would trade their unborn baby’s lives to erase a “mistake”. Life is no mistake.
Some women will go through life wanting a baby only to find
out they never will be able to. My wife
was told she never would bear children, and yet through our union a child was
born. My wife knows and understands the
value and the gift of birthing a child.
Some women will bear their child inside their wombs only to
wake up one day to find the child within no longer awake.
As crazy as my life is with all the responsibilities
children place upon me, I could never imagine my life without them. I could never imagine them one day not waking
up from their sleep. Could anyone else
do the same?
A friend of mine suffers right now. I cannot imagine the pain and hurt she is
going through. What I can do is imagine
how I would feel; and as I do tears stream down my face as I type this.
My older children are at their mom’s, and my youngest is
fast asleep in his crib. Yet I want to
drive down to where my older children are and hug them tight to me. I want to pick up my hulking toddler from his
crib and hold him in my arms. Because
somewhere, right now tonight a friend of mine holds her two older children
while mourning the death of her third before he even had a chance to see the
light of day.
Hold your children tight tonight if you have any.