An OFW father’s worst fear [A Family Story]

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Father’s Day happens once a year and it’s great that even for just one day many people remember the man who love their mothers; the man who raised their family.

The lucky ones are those who get to celebrate the day with their kids, with their wives.

Me? I belong to the less fortunate ones.

I am an OFW father to two boys who can see them only through photos and videos or on social media most of the time. I can only hear their voices through phone calls. How I wish I was there, but that’s not possible. At least not for now.

I have spent Father’s Day the usual way for many years – working. Anyway, that’s the way it’s supposed to be. I am working because of them, so I think, that’s a normal Father’s day for an OFW.

I don’t have regrets working away from them, believing it is the best way to provide for their needs. I hardly call it a sacrifice on my part. It’s called obligation.

A father working abroad, no matter how difficult it is for him, doesn’t make a sacrifice as others would always lament. He is merely fulfilling his responsibility in the best way he can. It comes with the crown as the head of your kingdom.

You could only hope and pray that all your efforts would amount to something good for the family, especially for the kids.

But as an OFW father, I have always been bothered by what they might turn out to be when they’re half my age now. I have no doubt their mother has done more than her best to raise them as good, although not perfect, kids. I couldn’t ask for more from her.

I am confident both of them will go later in their own lives armed with everything a parent could impart with their children; everything which they might resent now but would thank us later when they would visit us while we’re rocking the chair stinking of muscle painkillers.

Believe me, an OFW father doesn’t enjoy being one. Not as father, but as an OFW. But life has brought us here and without much choice for most of us.

I don’t want to gloat over things like being away from them during birthdays or Christmases, or graduation days, blah blah blah. Sometimes those are inevitable and we have come to accept them. As I’ve said it comes with the pants you’re wearing and the choices you’ve made.

Like any father, I only want to see them succeed in life. Or better yet, succeed where their father failed.

I would like to think I am a good father, although not necessarily the best.

Yes, I may be a good OFW father, but an absentee  father, nonetheless.

And my worst fear for my boys is that they would end up like me.

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