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Could it be? Three? Three days in a row? Third times the charm? All good things come in threes? Three musketeers? I’m totally out of things to say now involving the number three. So I guess we’ll move on from that. Pity. I was having fun with that.
So today’s prompt seeks to drive a wedge between friends and loved ones. It pits friend against friend, sibling against sibling, father against mother, and dogs against cats (yes, pets are people, too).
There is no way in hell I could narrow this down to one person. You’re asking me, first of all, to choose one from amongst my three children who is the most important? And if I didn’t have children I’d then have to choose one from amongst my family? To choose between my mother, father, and my two brothers? What kind of divisive tactic is this? Luckily, only one family member (that I know of) reads this blog so I’ll choose him.
Ha! Just kidding. I’m not playing by the rules. Never have never will. There are many important people in my life but none of them are more important than my children. Absolutely NONE. My three boys are what keep me going. They’re the reason I get up and go to work in the morning. They’re the reason my heart is so full of love. They are the source of much of my happiness. They’re my reason for being.
Of course, they’re also the reason that gray has a foothold at the edge of my scalp and is peppered throughout my goatee. They are the reason I’m up late at night. They are the reason I’m broke. They are the reason my house is a mess. They are the reason I stress out sometimes. They are the reason I drink. Sometimes. Nah, just kidding. I don’t drink because of them. All the time, anyway.
Seriously, though, they ARE my reason. They are what keeps me going. They fill my heart with love and in turn make my life worth living. What would my life be without them, you ask? Oh, that’s not what you asked. How would my day-to-day existence be different without them, you ask? Well, I’d get more sleep. I’d have more money. I’d have a cleaner house. I could go out more often.
On the flip side of that, though, I’d be miserable probably. I’d miss seeing them. Miss playing with them. Miss watching them grow up and reach milestones. Miss teaching them. Miss how they make me laugh. Miss the unconditional love. One of the things people tout about pets is unconditional love. Well, I can’t speak for anyone else’s children, but my children love me unconditionally and I can’t tell you just how effin’ awesome that is. They love me no matter what I do. And I them. It’s a great feeling and having experienced it I don’t know how I could ever live without it.
So my life would absolutely suck without them. What a horrible thought to even entertain. As a part-time parent I do sometimes enjoy the moments I have to myself to get things done I couldn’t otherwise get done were they here, but if I had my way they’d never leave and if things didn’t get done then so be it. I’ve had split custody of the twins for six years now and I still hate it. I hate taking them back to their mother. Call me selfish, but I that’s just how I feel. I’d rather them be here. Even if all they’re doing is playing Xbox. At least I’d have the comfort of being able to walk upstairs and see them and talk to them if I wanted to. And I hate that I’m now being forced to do the same with Baby C. Being a half-time parent for him means I’m going to miss some of his firsts. He’s still learning things at an astronomical rate and I’m going to miss some of those things. It’s inevitable.
Geezus, this topic turned depressing. Thanks, Michelle. Ugh.
Well, I’ve been tortured and you know what that means, right? Yup. AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION TIME! Woohoo!! That means the buck has been passed to YOU, dear reader. Who’s is the most important person in YOUR life? No cheating even though I did. I know where you live.
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It appears our world is full of cheaters. Fully acceptable here.
Good, cause you can’t make me choose.
Rules schmules. You picked three people. Of course you did.
And, yes! Being a part time parent sucks. ‘Nuf said.
How about, three is a magic number?
I have only one kid, no family that I am close to and am divorced. My post, when I bother with it, will also be a cheat.
Hooray for cheating!!
Lol sortaginger..schoolhouse rock Ummm rocks!
TD good post and I’m also cheating…you know where I live? Time to pack up my shit and move…. *wink*…later.
You need to quit avoiding me, woman!!
Sometimes the wisest choice is avoid making any choice.
I concur. Like a doctor.
Yes my kids are my 3 most important people. I couldn’t ever choose between them. I love them all. They are my reason for living. I have no idea how I would be if I’d never had them. I know how I’d be if I suddenly lost them.
I don’t want to even contemplate that.
Your kids are very lucky to have you.
I think it’s the other way around.
Let’s meet in the middle….you’re all lucky to have each other.
Sure, we can go with that.
You are a good daddy, TwinDaddy. But mean to the rest of us. Making me choose between my husband and my kid? Not fair. Not fair. So I’ll do a heirarchy. Without my husband I would have no kid. Ergo, they are a package deal.
Hey, I cheated. I just figured everyone else would, too.
The heck with rules!
Great post!
Yeah, rules suck.
Indeed!
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Good post. I suspected you weren’t going to follow the rules. LOL
I’m with you on the rule-breaking thingy. And you’re right (of course) about not choosing the singular option, children are a package, and should be seen as such. Lucky for me, I only have the one. Although, I doubt he’d be too happy with me referring to him as a child (he’s 23 this year)!
Great post.
My mom still refers to me as her baby. I don’t mind. I probably do the same to my kids once they’re out on their own.
I do that with my son, he hates it.
I don’t mind.
I’m calling your bluff. You don’t know where I live.
So I’m going to cheat. Recently I was in labour and the lovely people at the hospital gave me gas and I got totally completely off-my-face high. I also called for an epidural (because by then it had been 40 hours and I don’t care what anyone says, that is FAR TOO LONG to be in that much pain). Then I went back to being a candy raver dancing to the rattle of the gas mask and ba-boomp, ba-boomp of the baby’s heart monitor and didn’t really know anything else again until I was suddenly aware of a stranger who’d come into the room and was probably trying to talk to me.
I asked him, “Is your name Mark?”
He stopped mid-explanation about the epidural process and said “Yes.”
I told him “My brother’s name is Mark.”
He said “Oh really? Is he a good guy?”
I said “Yes. He was. He’s dead. But he was my favourite brother.”
And he said “Oh” and there was a moment of awkward silence while everyone tried to process the meaning of my comparing my anaesthetist to my dead brother. Then I told him he had a nice voice. Then my husband explained that I was high.
So there you have it. I’m not certain if Queen Gen agrees, but Candy Raver Gas Mask Gen says Mark is her favourite person.
Congrats on your new baby! And sorry about your brother.
Thank you. And thank you.
Other threes for you: Blind mice and steps to heaven.
As for the person most important to me? Ugh, as you said, it’s really difficult to pick. I should probably say “Jesus” but that just seems like a cop-out. Let me think and get back to you.
I’m waiting…
I’ve thought. It’s still not definite, because the Sisters in the community are pretty important (I mean, without them, there wouldn’t be a community). But, I think the person who is most important is my actual sister. Without having had an annoying younger sibling, I wouldn’t be the person I am now, and I also wouldn’t have the two nieces and one nephew that I have. Sure, my parents are important too, but if I had to pick one person only, it would be her.
That’s awesome. Siblings are the best once you’re grown up. When you’re children they’re just pests that try to get you in trouble.
I can fully agree with that!
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Who cares about the rules? Great post.
“They’re the reason my heart is so full of love.” This is the sweetest
And absolutely true.