Harry Chapin’s lyrics in “Cats in the Cradle” truly
resonates with me. Never more so then when I welcomed my boys Kal-El Price
Kuykendall and Jor-El Price Kuykendall into the world.I well up with tears in reflection of my rather hectic work schedule that has, more often than not, led me to travel for long periods and when I'm at home, I find that my time with them is drastically cut short by the amount of work hours I must maintain as a salaried executive not to mention I literally being glued to my company phone when I’m not at the office. I bother not my employers with this grievance for they’d simply say, “Salaried managers are never off.” I know this to be a true statement.
As a father, however, my obligation is to my children in every capacity. Not just to feed them, put a roof over their heads, and cloth them, but to love them with an ever presence. An attentive ear with as much time as they require, a hug, a kiss, and words unfiltered by the muffle of a phone line. Love in our world is already a diminishing value and for those fathers who, like me, revel in the legacy we’ve seen fit to bring into this world; we owe it to our children to be ever present. In our children’s eyes we are a mirror and in order to foster greatness, we must reflect the same.
Pragmatic author A.K. Kuykendall has a passion for
writing conspiracy, espionage, horror, and suspense literature that blend the
concepts of fact and fiction. For more information on his projects, visit http://www.thewriterofbooks.com/list-of-works/ or, to email
the author directly for Q&A on this post, write to info@thewriterofbooks.com.
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