Friday, September 23, 2005

Absence

I miss my children.

I see them every weekend and every Wednesday, I talk to them every day. But I miss the little things, when they learn something new, going shopping with them, hearing their voices in another room, hearing them giggle with their friends.

The time I spend with them now is quality time, I am dedicated to them, things like DIY or other chores just don't exist while they are with us. But in some ways that just makes it all the more unreal.

It's almost 18 months since I left the family home, so this isn't exactly a new feeling. It waxes and wanes, stronger than usual at the moment. Changing job, moving desk again, means shifting photographs and pictures. I found a passport size photo of my daughter B (then 3) holding her baby brother G (then a few months). Three years have passed since the photo was taken and they have certainly changed.

Is it because I miss B the three-year-old – Daddy's little girl? Is it because I miss having the constant relationship with toddler G that I had with B?

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