In March 2012 I became a Dad.
I was a latecomer to the parenthood club and becoming a father in my mid forties changed everything. As the sleepless nights and general level of extreme tiredness gradually eased I became aware of something that lots of parents start to think of. What legacy can I leave to my son?
Of course, I want to make sure that your material needs are looked after Lawrie, but more than that I want to make sure that as a Dad, I can tell you about the world, your life and the little things that I’ve learned along the journey of my life.
My Dad was taken away from me at a young age. I have a few fleeting memories of him, together with a few photographs, but that’s all. I miss being able to talk to him and share his thoughts about life. I wish I’d been able to sit with him over a cup of tea or a pint and learn about what made him tick. I miss him being able to tell me how to deal with problems and worries in life.
I want to make sure this doesn’t happen to you. I hope to be around for a long, long time, but this is my insurance policy.
This is my love letter to my very precious son. A letter that I hope will become abundant with joy, fun, history and advice. And if anyone else wants to comment or add their insights into how to live life a little better, or to be a better person, then they (that’s you dear reader) are more than welcome to join in the conversation.
Lawrie, I hope you find this little blog one day. I hope when you read it you find some ideas and insights that make you smile, think, or both. And when you do read it, I hope you hear the voice of your very lucky Dad talking directly to you, and think of me with a smile.