Times for My Children

I am amazed on how people said they are timely managed, but somehow a vast percentage of their life is spent at their workplace …
These days, you may find people rushing towards their workplace on early dawn as normal. Then, they who stepped inside their house back from work at nearly midnight is also natural.
I don’t blame them should they be single. Don’t be offended, but I was too at the top of my less-worried time when I have not yet been married. The only thing that I must carefully cope with was my mom’s singing, worried that I did an incompatible work for a girl.
The deep concern goes to the family heads: father and mother. In the name of career, they sometimes unconsciously having too much time at their office, or on duty, and leaving their children at home with grandparents or even only nannies or maids. When the siblings did not make it at their early competence that they should be, or at school, simply blame them, or worse, the nannies. Should they know how the household workers treat their children, I’m sure they will reconsider many many times.
Don’t think that will work, I suppose. Somehow I myself had to deal with the very hard things when I decided not to continue sitting on my desk at my division, which means I had to wave my hands to steady income and welcoming the uncertainty for future, just to dedicate more love to both my son and daughter. I’ve been through profound contemplation, tears and smolders, not that I should not have another job with time flexibility, but the anxiousness of getting unstable financial gets my nerve. Not to mention, I am a person with energy which stiffs when there is nothing to do. At the office, I have directions for what to do, but at home, I could arrange any doings I want, and at the same time I could hardly think of what to do!
Now, some children I know are very happy to be piled with toys and gifts and speak joustly that their parents really need to go to work to keep them rewarded. How they brag about their wealth is truly remarkable. I also read some children’s comments on the media on how do they wish to possess the newest gadget and persuade their parents complete with their tears and cries, even if they are merely still wearing their red short uniform.
I just wish that life would be simpler. However, I do hope that I could recompense more to my children, aside from toys and leasures, but the time on which I could always be free to hug, cuddle, kiss, caress, put them on my lap, play planes and superman, not anytime I want, but anytime they want, and anytime they need. I don’t feel like losing their crucial growth as they don’t intend to call upon any other people for help when I can be there, lending a hand. Nobody could be the best parent, as none will assure that they have the perfect children raising method, but I at least would like to have the nearly best.