It wasn’t my intention to bastardise the original version, but it spoke to me as much as it speaks to the Dads out there.
The posting did me in.The lump in my throat wouldn’t go away. Walking out is a choice I’m not ever going to make as I have every intention to stay in her life – whether she likes it or not. My only worry is that I might just screw up and it will all be my fault because I let me get the better of me. And I can’t find someone else to blame.
I am reminded of what I once wrote in an open letter when Spud turned 3: that a child forgives easily; as when I thought that I have ruined it all, she’ll let me try again so I can be a better parent.
Reading that post from Life to her Years felt like a coincidental wake-up call, and, as grave as a slap on the face for my much undignified conscience. Yet, the words could not be more powerful and beautifully put together to super-charge a pent-up emotion.