A quick background check is in order I think as I have been rambling about DnA without actually talking about why it happens to me or how I feel (although my last post deals a bit with that).
IN reality, there are three reasons that lead me to DnA. My kids, my wife (new family) and money. More often than not they go hand in hand but one can bring me undone without the other easily enough.
MY KIDS
AS the old saying goes , we lay in the bed we make and as such my kids were collateral damage of my failings. And while I certainly assisted in the breakdown of my marriage to their mum, I have no regrets in my life. But gee do I wish I could change the way things have turned out now.
MY three children live over 1,000 kms away so its not exactly an easy weekender. I have two amazing girls who are growing into young ladies at a rapid rate but whom I am both very proud of. And I have a young son who is mine but isn't... and that's a bit of a problem for me.
I spent the first couple of years of the girls life at home looking after them so I have a really good relationship with them. I only get to see them in person for a week or so during school holidays, otherwise its a quick message via Skype or the rare weekend flyover. I try to talk to them every week at the same time but that doesn't always work and if anything it costs money which is part of the problem.
MY eldest has always been 'the golden child' and is a lot like her mum (hmm might have to change that! :-) I've never had a problem with her and she has always been very obedient and mature. If I said not to do something when she was young, it was not done. I could talk to her and she would listen and talk back. It's still the same today, I really like my parenting pearls of wisdom talks we have now but its something I don't get the chance to do enough. DING - anxiety creeps in.
NOW, if only I could say the same about her sister. From day one something inside me snapped and we butted heads on every occasion. I don't know what it was about her but something made my blood boil. She was not obedient to the point where she was teaching her sister how to climb up on the coffee table! Arrg what the!! If we put out a dress and singlet, she would come out wearing the dress, with leggings and a different top altogether as the singlet didn't match. I was not a nice father to her at all. I had praise and admiration for my eldest but I couldn't even love this child who couldn't possibly be mine, she didn't even look like any of the family. Man was I was a horrible dad. DING - depression sets in.
FUNNY thing is, it wasn't until I separated from my ex-wife that things started to fall into place. The girls were almost double digits so things had settled down between me and the young one. I started learning about myself, psychology and why we are the way we are. It was then I realised that I could not control her, rather she was like a river and I could only be a rock that would guide her on her way. If I became a dam wall it would break rather quickly or we would just be back to butting heads. For years people had said she was a lot like me, I couldn't believe it, I was offended. No way could I be like that! Don't get me wrong, if we went places, people would often comment on how beautiful and well behaved the girls were, and they were and still are. Just don't ask my Aunty about her outing to Questacon.
AND then it really went bad. Around the time of my marriages demise, my only son came along. I was welcome to stay long enough to see him born but then I was out. What a ball breaker for any man. Finally I get that son you always want and I couldn't have him. As I said, I assisted in that so I have to take responsibility for it which I have to the point of apologising to the girls (the boy is too young), for giving them the family they now have to live with. But I tried to be a dad all the same. I looked after him during lunch hours while his mother attended Uni, I was still a part of his life until they all moved to another state.
SO here was I, trying to imprint myself on my son and finally starting to discover the second best thing that ever happened to me (daughter number 2), when 'poof' they were gone. Why let them go? Cause at the time I thought it was what would be best for everyone, better support for mum there would mean better life for the kids.
THE ex remarries and now my son has a new father. So I become 'Canberra Dad' with this other guy being 'dad'. What the..? I don't think so Tim. Apparently it was all
my sons choice and
only he does it is the story I get from mum which is strange when everyone calls the new guy his dad too. So now I am dealing with being Canberra Dad and playing second fiddle to normal dad. I don't have a problem with him being raised in a house with another guy (he is actually a really nice guy and am pleased he is in the kids lives), but hell if you want a kid, get one of your own (which they now have so won't that be interesting in a few years time). DING DING DING - emotional overload.
WELL we try a couple of visits to Canberra Dads place, both trips end up in hospital with the little tacka on an IV drip because he is so backed up he is making himself sick. Now I'm Canberra Dad who lives in a place he can't visit because each time he goes there he end up in hospital!! DING - will it ever get better, can it get better???
THANKFULLY I have a great mum of my own and with her persistence, and some timely advice from my sister (who would have thought), I have managed to forge a great relationship with my son. I'm now just Dad (so is the other guy but at least I'm just Dad), and he knows who I am, who my family is and what we do. He talks about coming over eventually and I am in no hurry as I want it to be when he is ready, but thank god for Skype!
SO a big part of my issues are to do with my kids. Not them per-say but the world in which they live. I have to deal with not having control over anything they do while they aren't here. I pay damn good money (1/3 of my
gross salary) for child support, yet I have no say in how it is spent as it goes straight to their mother. I don't get to help them with their school work and assignments (although lately I have had the chance with the girls being in High School). I can't watch my boys football games each Saturday or go and see a school play or awards ceremony. And then when they are here I have to divi their time up between me, their Grandma and my sister (who they only see here too). I play part time parent for a brief moment in time and then have to try to return to normal when they leave.
MY life is constantly in a washing cycle, a roller coaster that is up and down, up and down but never stops.
Part 2... my wife.