Lauren Toni Greenhalgh

If I were sitting at my funeral and Lauren was about to speak, I would want her life to represent the victory of teaching, training, and disciplining with love over a period of years rather than the battle scars of quick fix skirmishes. I would want her heart and mind to be filled with the pleasant memories of deep, meaningful times together. I would want her to remember me as a loving father who shared the fun and pain of growing up. I would want her to remember the times she came to me with problems and concerns. I would want to have listened and loved and helped. I would want her to know that I wasn't perfect, but that I had tried with everything I had. And that, perhaps more than anybody in the world, I loved her.
 

Deep down I value my daughter; I love her, I want to help her. I value my role as her father.

But I do not always see those values. I get caught up in the thick of things. What matters most gets buried under layers of pressing problems, immediate concerns, and outward behaviours. I become reactive. And the way I interact with Lauren every day often bears little resemblance to the way I deeply feel about her.

13.6.06 22:54

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