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  • You Ain’t No Dad To My Kids, You’re Not Even A Man

    You think you’re a dad aye? You may have a child whom calls you daddy and runs up to you when you arrive home from a long day at work but you did not make that child, You Ain’t No Dad To My Kids, You’re Not Even A Man .

    Your child is here with me, remember me I was the one you swore to love forever, remember me I was the one who gave birth to your beautiful son.

    Do you remember your son he’s the one who looked up to you and loved you unconditionally. He still misses you but I guess he’s just a distant memory to you.

    Two long years have passed since you last saw him, two long years since you supported him in any way.

    You choose another woman over me, which hurt me I’ll admit, but what did OUR child do?

    No one has stopped you seeing your own flesh and blood but your too busy playing daddy to another mans son.

    I don’t want you back, I don’t need your money, but your baby boy, your splitting image wants his daddy in his life.

    You can’t just push a child to one side when a new relationship comes along.

    You remember that saying, a dog is not just for Christmas well it goes for children too, a child is not just for the length of the relationship.

    Wake up woman if your man drops his kids by choice he is no man at all.

    There are some wonderful caring brilliant fathers out there who take their role as daddy seriously, there are dads out there who would sell their soul to be able to see their child but a bitter ex makes that impossible, there are fathers raising children alone, you sir are a real man and the world wishes there were more like you.

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  • I Will Spend Less Time Viewing My Children Through An App

    When I was growing up back in the 90’s my mother would only bring the disposable camera out for special occasions such as family holidays, first day at school or ready posed photos.

    Looking through my families collection of photographic memories, they are all pleasant, or sweet, myself and my brother playing in a pool, me in the clothes my nanny had knitted, the whole family standing in Trafalgar Square or us all smiling round or Christmas table wearing paper hats.

    Now today, Facebook reminds me of posts I have put up “on this day” in the years since I first joined the social media site.
    I came to realise that I have hardly printed any of these wonderful memories off, I have no hard copy, will my child have to log into my Facebook to see many of their childhood memories?

    Another realisation, all my childhood photos are nice or pleasant, yet many of the photos I have taken of my children will be embarrassing for them in years to come and here I am plastering it all over social media. 

    How many of these photos have I actually been fully involved in?

    How many of these photos have I thought of the perfect caption whilst taking it?

    How many different filters have i tried?

    When did I stop seeing and feeling the moment?

    Today I have decided to spend less time seeing my children through my camera app and more time face to face, actually living the memories rather than documenting them.
    The embarrassing photos will be printed off and kept and not placed on show for everyone to see.

    My children will only be young for so long and although I want phones to keep I also want them to remember me and not the back of my phone, I will find a happy medium.