Chain Breaker

Breaking the Chain

I show up now because it’s the right thing to do because somewhere deep inside me, there’s still a little boy crying out for a father who never came. And I won’t let that echo pass down to my kids.

Showing up means everything.

My daughter is teaching me how to breathe
how patience isn’t silence, but softness in response.
My son reminds me that presence isn’t about being perfect
it’s about wanting to be there for every moment,
because every second matters,
and once it’s gone, it’s gone.

They’re showing me everything I ever wanted from my own dad.

And I see now
the pain I carried didn’t come from a place of malice.
It came from a man swallowed by his own storm,
too lost in his own struggle to reach for anything beyond it.
He couldn’t give what he never learned to hold. But I can. The storm ends with me. I won’t let it twist me, drown me, or pass through me into them.
I choose to step forward, one moment at a time.
I choose to show up steady, present, becoming.