Last night, a Lexington Police officer was killed in the line of duty by a hit and run while he was investigating a call. He was 27 and a father. It’s a sad and tragic story that has been on the news all morning. [news article] Even though I had already processed the story, thought about how selfless those men and women are, swallowed the distaste for the coward of a man who did this, nothing struck me more profoundly and brought me to such soul searching until I saw this on Facebook posted by Kristen Pflum, a reporter for LEX 18.
Reading this caused my heart to sink, something I even acknowledged with a comment on this status saying as much. It’s hard to believe that sometimes I do forget how much I wanted to be a Dad. It’s one of the reasons I never fought to save my first marriage, something I’ve never admitted to until now, on this rarely read blog. We were in two different places in life, and maybe it was selfish of me, but I wanted kids, I knew I did, I wanted to be a Dad so bad, to be able to feel that love, and when she said she didn’t, it changed my whole perspective, it changed everything for me in regards to her.
Then when Canaan came around, so many grey clouds and questions with that, it’s hard to imagine it could have been any more of a mess. I don’t hide the fact that I regret not having the chance to be involved more when he was first born, even more so as I have watched Abby grow, but I don’t regret fighting and being determined to be a part of my son’s life. All the time I cried and was upset, fighting and struggling with his mom, thinking that it would be easier to not be involved. My heart would never let me do that, I might have thought it at my lowest points, but I don’t regret ever making the decisions I’ve made, I question them sure. What little I am able to be involved in his life right now, of course, I question if the little he gets to see me is actually a good thing for him or if it just confuses him and makes some things worse. Why wouldn’t I? He’s my son, I want the best for him, and even though it might hurt me, I want him happy, and I seriously question if I’m selfish sometimes when it comes to wanting to be his father more then I am now. He has grown every time I’ve picked him up, he breaks my heart every time he asks when he gets to go back to his mom, or not telling me he loves me or cries when I come to pick him up, but I would never change the fact that I’m his father. I never for even a moment not want to be his Daddy.
And even though he’s my first, and I have Katlyn, who for someone that doesn’t share an ounce of blood with me will end up being like me more than my two biological kids, and challenges me as a parent and a person every day, and I love her with everything in me, my heart is with my Bug. I have 3 kids, and I’ve only got to be around 1 during their first year, to watch them grow, get teeth, try to walk to say, Daddy, to yell DaDa, to just mumble it, partially because that’s all she can say. To hear them cry and laugh to watch her struggle with something new, and see the determination in her beautiful blue eyes. She has been everything I wanted and looked forward to in regards to being a parent. And if anyone that reads this, thinks I’m putting Canaan and Katlyn down or saying they’re less of anything, I’m not. I’d do anything for any of my kids. My kids are my heart and my life. I would probably surprise people how many times a week I sit and wonder if I’m doing the right thing if I’m a good or a bad parent. I have a lot of alone time, a lot of driving, and they’re always a constant thought. Wondering how I can connect more with Katlyn as she gets older and I more and more become “Dad”. How I can connect more with Canaan in terms of father and son, something I feel I fail at because of what little time I have. They’re both a challenge and heartbreak for me because I do feel I let them down. Abby is just a better reminder of why I wanted to be a parent, why I looked forward to it, and what makes me so determined to be a good parent, a good man, and a role model for all three. I’d do anything for them, and even though I have to get onto them, and their behavior drives me insane at times, I cherish every single second and already wish I would rewind time or free time in a single moment. I feel guilty for losing sight of that. With all the stress and rushing that life gives me I could say it’s easy for me to forget the little things, but that’s shameful when its the little things that drive me. That gets me to strive to be a better man. To be someone they would be proud to call Dad. The little things that are the most important in life are the same that are so easily taken for granted. Little moments in their life as they grow, the joy in just one of their cheese tooth filled or joyful 3 tooth smiles, the satisfaction of accomplishing one of your life goals…and like being able to come home to the love of your children…
If you can’t tell by the rambling, my children are my life and soul. Everything I’ve ever done and will ever do is and will forever be for and about them. I hate that such a horrible tragedy brought to light how selfish and unappreciative I’ve been of the little things lately. I hate that a son will now grow up without his Dad because his Dad had it in him to be a great man. I hate that a father won’t be able to throw a ball to his boy or to be in the stand for his son to see as he stands out in a ball field. To carry him on his shoulders, or to be there as a “man” the first time a girl breaks his heart.
In all the politics, stress, debt, and struggle we go through as adults in everyday life, it’s scary we forget to cherish the little things that keep us going. Something Brayden will never have to struggle with.
God Bless Bryan Durman.