I’m struggling with life right now. We have a new child in the house. No, we didn’t have another baby; we didn’t find out that there’s some mystery kid that was conceived in my past and now wants to know where he or she gets his nose and bad temper from. But we have anoher child in our home.
We didn’t invite this. We didn’t ask for this. But in an instant our family grew and our space became smaller…and budget got larger.
Yea, we’ve kind of done this before. I’ve grown to understand and learn how to communicate with a young man that I didn’t help bring into the world, two in fact. But this is so different. This kid just showed up. And my time and interaction with him has been, so limited; so is the time I have to teach him.
I don’t pretend to be Cliff Huxtable, Carl Winslow, Phillip Banks or any other sort of tv dad. So far, I’ve managed to raise a young man and young woman who are on the verge of graduating high school and college with their mother’s help.( yea, I have a “baby momma”…I hate that term) I guess I’m doing a pretty good job.
I got a chance to grow and learn with my first two children. I have a chance to mold, shape, guide, and instruct my little ones. But this child has already had those formative years and is almost a man, so what can I offer? That’s the part I don’t know. That’s what I’ve got to FIGURE out.
Whatever the case, I’m not going to screw this up. I’m not his father, but maybe I can grow to earn his respect and be his dad.