| I battle
through the liability of emotion; and the curse of
wanting to be liked. These are emotions men; fathers or husbands should come without. My needs and wants must come second; all for the greater good. How disobedient a wife, a child can be. I would like to have fun; just be their friend, maybe enjoy frequent laughter with them. But, I have a duty; installed by the God I fear. How can I tolerate ill behaviour; how can I say it’s okay? I am the one who is dreaded, the monster that comes home at five. Why can’t kids and women come with standard good behavioral programs? Are they created to test a man’s ability to remain sane, alone? Are they the test for a man’s loyalty; ability to remain in control? It is a silly game, but I am responsible for their lives, their outcome. The negligence of a farther harbours the ill-behaviour of a child. Lessons that should have been learnt, ultimately results in a defective adult. I don’t take my duties lightly, since I can foresee the result of neglecting that. My duty remains an act of love though; it just leaves me a little lonely at times. Being a farther; a husband often results in doing things we would rather leave. The ability to choose right from wrong is the lesson to pass onto wife and child alike. A farther; a husband should be the most qualified post known to man. And here I sit; objectively, with mere hope that I am doing a good job. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |