What do we find these days to be the biggest privilege? To talk to a movie star, How about shake the hand of your favorite public figure. Maybe having the ability to travel and enjoy life. Though most of us see these as privileges. Is there anything bigger, better, or higher on your scale?
For me, it has been having the responsibility of raising my beautiful children.
Years ago I was given what at the time seemed to be an overwhelming situation, It started five years off the streets. In 1994 I found out I was going to be a father, Such mixed feeling of joy and overwhelming anxiousness feeling of, am I ready, what will I do, can I really do this. So I looked to the future, I started singing every night into my partner’s belly to my growing child, who I nicknamed TJ, Trevor-James if it was a boy, and Taya-Jean if it was a girl. Well, the time inevitably came January 7th, 1995, and I was the proud father of a beautiful baby girl. She was Perfect. Ten toes, ten fingers. Two beautiful eyes that stole my heart the moment I looked into them, there my first of many lessons learned from my child. Tears of joy were real, I always thought you cried if you were sad and laughed if you were happy. My first of many learned actions from the wonderment of being a father.
Well, it was now November 1997, another pregnancy test and another positive result. I was head over heels with joy and excitement. As life often does, another exciting surprise, fast forward to June 19, 1998. the birth of my amazing son, again perfect, two off all the right stuff, ears, hands… and one of all the right stuff, nose, mouth, belly button. But again those 2 perfect eyes that once they looked into mine, they cemented the feeling of undying love, an amazing overwhelming love I could not contain, and the tears of joy started flowing again. Fueling me through life as we fast forward to early 2002
I am now ten years off the streets and out of my cocaine addiction as you guys know from a past episode, I am separated raising two beautiful children my daughter seven, my son four. Looking to me, a man thrust into single parenthood with no idea what the heck I was doing, never mind now doing it alone. Though seven years sounds like a long time. It really is not. With kids changing and wanting and needing different things as they grow. I was again a fish out of water.
