I worked so much when my first son was born that I missed a lot.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I missed my dad a lot growing up, even though we were together as a family. My dad was really a workaholic. And he was always working.
I've missed half or two-thirds of my children's lives.
Seeing my child born is so much more important than anything else I've got going on.
When my son was born, I decided I wasn't really into working 12 hours a day. That slowed me down a little bit.
I was lucky enough to watch my son hit a grand slam at sports camp, and that was great. Yes, I may miss some things, but honestly, I think I get to see more than a dad who works a daily 9 to 5.
I'm one of the lucky few who never had to face the whole 'Oh, you've had a baby, and now work will have to suffer' bit. It just wasn't a big deal when I got married and had a baby.
The single moment when I knew that I had to get busy and do more was around the death of my son.
I wish I had been home more when the children were growing up. I missed a lot.
Although I managed my schedule to be home by late afternoon most days, basically, Roselle raised our children alone. And so I missed out on a lot of wonderful moments, missed watching my kids grow into the wonderful people they are today.
I just had a baby. I'm not going to work unless it's something really special and meaningful, because I can't imagine missing all that time with my daughter.