How Much Is Your Time Worth? (part 2)

I have always been there for my son, always held the door of my heart open to him. I have always tried to find the time to listen to him, to enjoy life with him. Sometimes I wish I had been able to spend more time with him. Unfortunately though, I had to work, to get the groceries in, to clean the apartment, to cook meals, wash clothes…you know how it is.

Time stops for nobody, that’s life.

I remember back in 2000. It was a year of great change for me. I became a single man at the beginning of that year. Nine years of togetherness suddenly came to a mind-numbing end and my then, three year old son remained with his mother. I was now without a home and desperately needed somewhere to live.

Luckily a friend offered me a roof over my head. Well, a camp bed in his one-room apartment. It was cramped and I wasn’t really used to sharing space with a man.

The most difficult thing for me was without a doubt, not waking up to hear my son’s cheerful voice, to see him, to eat breakfast with him. It was as if somebody had forced an invisible dagger clear through me.

Within two months I was living in my own one-room apartment, right next to my friend, who had so graciously allowed me to stay with him. It was an amazing feeling. Finally I had my own home. It wasn’t much, but it was good enough for the time being.

My son, just three years old was now allowed to spend the odd night with me. I didn’t have a bed for him, although he shared mine. I remember the excitement of planning his arrival and I remember the pain of seeing him leave.

And then it happened. My son’s mother wanted him to move full-time, to live with me. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. I had next to no money and was between jobs. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I just couldn’t wait for him to move in with me!

It’s quite amazing how people show up in times of need. Friends came by with clothes and food, some with furniture and of course, a bed for my pride and joy. I found a new job and although it was on the other side of town, I was happy with what I had. As the money trickled in, it was decided we would move out of the one-room apartment and move into a two-room apartment.

That’s all for now until the continuation …

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6 Responses

  1. Kathy

    I enjoyed the warmth of this story and it sounds like you are a good caring father just like Rosie has told me you are.

  2. Susanne Hocker

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    I really enjoy sharing your stories.
    Good luck!

  3. Gavin and Rosie

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