You Are My Child

You Are My Child

I want you to understand. In some ways, all children are my responsibility. But you are different.

It's easy to father a child. But being a parent requires a commitment of love and devotion equal to the one binding your mother and I. I see the inner beauty of her spirit mirrored in your soul, and can't help but love you.

I'm not asking to take your father's place. After all, he helped give you the most precious thing you will ever have, life itself. My job must be to teach you your heart has room enough for us both.

Most parents can't choose their children. They must accept what God gives them, and that's as it should be. God granted me a choice though;

I used it to pick you.

This piece probably needs a bit of explanation, as, unlike most of the work here, its' motivation wasn't about communicating my feelings to some hypothetical, random reader.

I've three wonderful children, all of them grown now and off pursuing their own lives. I came into their mother's life, and their world, when they were all quite young, and one day found out I'd fallen as much in love with them as I had with their mother.

I don't like using the term "step-" in describing my relationship to them, although sometimes it becomes necessary to use it, for the sake of clarity. Sometimes there's a greater clarity than that of polite society though, and it struck me one day that in spite of whatever terms society wanted to apply to them, they were still very much my children, in every way that really mattered.

And so, I wrote this for them....

Who are you, why are you here?

What do you think? What do you feel?

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