June 17, 2013

There's an ache in my heart that none can repair. It's been there for so long and it's growing more painful with each passing day. It's a sadness that I have created because I haven't the ability to give my children all they deserve. I wish I could give my daughters' strength and courage to endure heartbreak and face their fears head on. I wish I could instill in my son all that he will need in order to become the most loving and giving man there ever will be. I wish I could take all of the pain from each one of them, yet I know I can only stand back and watch as my daughter's heart is being toyed with and her emotions are running ramped. I can only stand back and pray for my son and hope that what I have to offer him will be just enough to guide him along his journey in life. I hope that I have been the role model that they have needed and that my life experiences have proven to them that it can be done. I pray (even if it seems I have lost my faith) for each one of them, that they will exceed beyond their wildest dreams and that I will be there cheering them on as they do. I pray that they will flourish and grow continuously long after my time here has subsided. I have never loved another as much as I love my wonderful children.