This time, I mean it
Time stood still the moment I first saw my child. In those frozen seconds before baby Lilly cried and opened her eyes, I witnessed the meaning of life.
Exactly ten years later, my daughter sends me over the moon and brings me to my knees, sometimes in the same breath.
I wonder if my father thought the same of me. I miss him, but I'm glad Pops can't see the way I live today. I am one big bundle of disappointment, wrapped in shame and tied together with regret. If I could turn back the clock and make better decisions, I would.
I take full responsibility for hurting my baby girl. All I want to do is make things right. Like my father, I'm not perfect, but I will do the best I can. I will set an example for my daughter and prove I am more than what my failures suggest. I will fix what I broke, or die trying. This time, I mean it.
- Walter's latest journal entry
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