Hoy 30 de Diciembre es un dia que nunca olvidare mientras yo viva. Hace 21 años en la Iglesia La Asuncion de Maria en la ciudad de Chihuahua le daba el "SI ACEPTO" a una mujer que yo pense seria el amor de mi vida, la compañera del resto de mis dias en las buenas o en las malas; alli estabamos ante Dios, ante su familia, ante mi familia, y ante amigos.
Bueno ustedes han de preguntarse que tiene eso de curioso; pues lo curioso es que hara algunos 6 años a lo mejor unos meses mas; que esa mujer y yo decidimos cortar el lazo que sus padres nos pusieron en la Iglesia, quitarnos los anillos que unos padrinos [ya no recuerdo quienes fueron] nos pusieron en nuestros dedos y todo ese protocolo que se hace cuando uno se casa. Dijimos NO MAS, juntamos a nuestras hijas y les dimos la noticia; todavia recuerdo sus caritas llenas de lagrimas de tan terrible noticia, terrible para ellas por supuesto.
Bueno ustedes todavia han de preguntarse que chingaos tiene eso de curioso; pues lo curioso es que la fecha final del divorcio se sentencio el 30 de Diciembre del 2003; si, hace exactamente 5 años y exactamente 16 años despues de aquel dia en la Iglesia La Asuncion de Maria.
Por eso y aunque yo quisiera, este dia no se me va a olvidar nunca; y por eso este dia es un dia curioso o de mucha coincidencia.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
SINGLE DAD (PAPA SOLTERO)
I'm a single Dad and have been for the last five years. I have two beautiful teenage girls.
Now, I'm sure I'm not the perfect father. I try to do the best I can, but I've come to terms with that too. I mean, I didn't play Barbies as often as they'd liked and sometimes after I've been working all day it's hard for them to understand that Daddy just wants to sit down and rest. But we used to like to play sports when I could and talk about just about anything under the sun. They are girls though and they've caught me off guard quite a few times in the last three years.
We only did their hair when they were little, hmmm, and the rest of the time we watched football together. Not all too sure if I'm doing okay with what it's like to be a girl with them not getting much input from her mother. But we try and if it's sporadic, well, I just hope it's not completely skewed when they get older.
They are much more outgoing than I have ever been so I'm pretty sure their friends and other acquaintances have helped fill in the gaps when it comes to the make-up and hair things. But I can't deny the more private aspects of a young girl's life, and it seems that I might be a little intimidated as well as very concerned about them knowing the truth, but have always showed them what's the real worl. They need to be able to understand from fact all the dangers either at the school yard as well in the streets when it comes to most of that, and well, let's just say when I was their age I had to learn the hard way; on my own.
I have literally been single for the last five years so they have never had much of a female role model to go by. Somehow, I feel that's a failing on my own part. But that's more my issue than anything else. I just never trusted much to allow another person in and the fact that I do have two girls makes it quite a bit more difficult in meeting someone. Talk about the ultimate baggage, especially for a guy.
Anyway, there are times I actually sit here and think about what it is that's missing for them. Dance class, fingernail polish, watching mommy put make-up on in the mirror, and maybe even a less critical shoulder to lean on once in a while. I'm not overly strict, but whenever it came to minor wounds I usually tried to tell them to be tough, rub some dirt on it and walk it out. Not particularly a womanly reaction, but they are a lot tougher for it. Believe me, these girls had both their cuts and wounds many different times and they had less of a hard time with it than I did!
Have I stayed single? You bet. Not that I'm proud of it or anything. Believe me there are times where I feel so alone. But it's just more of a concept of self and having done it for so long that you just can't imagine putting your own problems off on anyone else.
Now, I'm sure I'm not the perfect father. I try to do the best I can, but I've come to terms with that too. I mean, I didn't play Barbies as often as they'd liked and sometimes after I've been working all day it's hard for them to understand that Daddy just wants to sit down and rest. But we used to like to play sports when I could and talk about just about anything under the sun. They are girls though and they've caught me off guard quite a few times in the last three years.
We only did their hair when they were little, hmmm, and the rest of the time we watched football together. Not all too sure if I'm doing okay with what it's like to be a girl with them not getting much input from her mother. But we try and if it's sporadic, well, I just hope it's not completely skewed when they get older.
They are much more outgoing than I have ever been so I'm pretty sure their friends and other acquaintances have helped fill in the gaps when it comes to the make-up and hair things. But I can't deny the more private aspects of a young girl's life, and it seems that I might be a little intimidated as well as very concerned about them knowing the truth, but have always showed them what's the real worl. They need to be able to understand from fact all the dangers either at the school yard as well in the streets when it comes to most of that, and well, let's just say when I was their age I had to learn the hard way; on my own.
I have literally been single for the last five years so they have never had much of a female role model to go by. Somehow, I feel that's a failing on my own part. But that's more my issue than anything else. I just never trusted much to allow another person in and the fact that I do have two girls makes it quite a bit more difficult in meeting someone. Talk about the ultimate baggage, especially for a guy.
Anyway, there are times I actually sit here and think about what it is that's missing for them. Dance class, fingernail polish, watching mommy put make-up on in the mirror, and maybe even a less critical shoulder to lean on once in a while. I'm not overly strict, but whenever it came to minor wounds I usually tried to tell them to be tough, rub some dirt on it and walk it out. Not particularly a womanly reaction, but they are a lot tougher for it. Believe me, these girls had both their cuts and wounds many different times and they had less of a hard time with it than I did!
Have I stayed single? You bet. Not that I'm proud of it or anything. Believe me there are times where I feel so alone. But it's just more of a concept of self and having done it for so long that you just can't imagine putting your own problems off on anyone else.
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