One day walking to the bus from work I passed a playground.
It was one of those days where the temperature was fashion perfect. It was warm
but cool enough to wear a jacket and maybe a scarf. I loved days like this. As
I was walking, I passed the playground where I saw children playing. Parents
stood with their strollers as they watched their children play with one another
and all I could do was smile. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at all the
different scenarios.
There were dads, moms, couples, and even grandparents, all
happy to watch their children play. I longed to have that one day. I continued
walking and began thinking about all the great men I had met in my life and now
that I was on good terms with all of them I could think about the “What ifs.”
It was written in the stars that I was to be a family man.
People like me do not simply have friends I have people that I am so close to
you cannot tell the blood relatives from the non-blood ones. I walked and
thought about all the dreams that I have had where I saw me teaching a child
something or cooking dinner for my family or going to a school to see if it
would be a good pick for my child. Every aspect about child rearing seemed to
be something I wanted, everything except discipline; I mean who longs to punish
their child? I however recognize it as a necessary part of having a family and
so threw it into the fantasy to make it seem a bit more realistic.
I found myself smiling this Sunday morning as there was only
one person I could see fitting into this fantasy and so I took my seat and
pushing my thoughts to the back of my mind bean reading my book on Judaism.
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