Friday, 11 March 2011

A Duty Of Care

Nearly 12 years ago my wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, at that moment I knew that I along with my wife would have a duty of care over our bundle of joy for the rest of his life, some time later and our bundle of joy has turned into four bundles of joy, each and every one of them with their own likes, dislikes and needs. As for me, well those I work for rarely say thank you and usually leave a mess where ever they go, I have turned into a nurse, a cook, cleaner, Nanny, agony aunt, laundry assistant, pot washer, Police man, taxi driver (well I would be if I could drive) bank, fixer of things, tutor, I'm a carer and many many more things I can't think of just now. The hours are long and stressful with no days off, the pay is poor and there is much heart ache to contend with, the perks are few and far between but when they come along they make everything worth while.

I am not one of the worlds most serious of people and if I am honest I'm not the most mature of people at times either but nearly 12 years ago I became a Father, a Dad and with that came the worries and stresses of helping to raise what has become four children in a caring, happy and safe environment as well as this I still have a duty of care towards my children not because it's the law but because I am their Dad and as their Dad this is a duty I take seriously and will not default on as long as I have breath in my body.

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