WORKSTATION DIARY SERIES - Like Father Like Daughter
By: Ulysses C. Ybiernas | June 17, 2008 8:30 AM
Like Father Like Daughter
In the quiet moments of my workplace, I gaze within a parent's heart that is weighed down by doubt. The echoes of my own missteps hum a song of time that I cannot rewrite. My daughter's struggle with the clock is a mirror of my own dilly-dallies. The habits that shaped her, I silently taught.
The world around me always spins and strains and so is my daughter's. How can she deserve a discipline's force when what she saw in me, in her very eyes were true? Yes, the absence of a mother's warm and tender touch must be taking its toll. But there's no one to blame but me.
Now is the time to make amends. That is the only space that I can say I own to make a brighter dawn for a hopeful tomorrow, to guide her through, not by harsh words but by the silent whispers of my actions.
A man's daughter is his heart. Just walking with feet out in the world. - Mat Johnson
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