My Kids...Pieces of Me

MCayou By MCayou, 8th Oct 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Essays

After a year of creating articles, I look back on their conception and subsequent place in the world. Like so many lost and forgotten and ill-begot pieces of me, they languish in the cloud of sanguine resignation.

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My Kids

A few days ago, October 6, was my one year anniversary here on Wikinut. That year has seen me give life to 34 pages of my thoughts, observations, and reflections on life in general. I have miscarried and aborted many more articles than those that have seen life, and the ones shared here are admittedly of questionable conception. I have yet to produce a ‘star,’ not for a lack of trying, though; every dad wants his kid to become a star in some fashion – you know, live vicariously through the success of an offspring to fill the void of your own mediocrity.

Some of my kids were accidents and some were heartbreakingly stillborn. I don’t love them any less, but can’t help feeling guilty for not giving them the attention and caring all kids deserve.

I have nurtured and coddled a few of my kids, spoiling them in fact, in that vain attempt to have them shine beyond their humble aptitudes. I look around and see other parents here who issue forth star after star. They clearly possess something I lack and I envy their perfect families.

My kids have entered this world with bad attitudes and bitterness borne into their souls. They have taken shape out of anger, frustration, and on a few rare occasions, a touch of whimsy. My kids will not apologize for themselves or their maker, for they know they are honest and grounded in reality. In fact, some of my misfits want to beat up your honor students, just for the hell of it. It really is no wonder my kids tend to be miscreants.

I often think about ‘getting fixed,’ but end up pregnant with a new idea the first chance I get, so another misshapen and regrettable minion is stacked upon his kin in an attempt to earn another follower or page view. Impotence might be the only thing that slows me down; certainly not the half-formed and premature bastards I have subjected you to.

Like father like sons, we will try to better ourselves as we continue to age. I can assure you that this past year has forced me to adapt, grow, and mature. Maybe my future offspring will start to reflect some of their father’s brighter perspectives. We’ll wait to see what future anniversaries hold.

MC

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Abortion, Acceptance, Excellence, Failure, Family, Maturity, Mediocrity, Parenting, Stars, Unconditional Love

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As a retired English teacher, I have much to say on topics from education to psychology to societal influences.

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