My eldest lad is growing up too fast - he’s got lots of hobbies, one of which needs a lot of fitness so I try and get out with him once a week for a half hour run - partly to introduce him to cardio training but mainly to just get some time alone with him before he realises his dad is an arsehole.
It’s great. Admittedly, he’s just “Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox can we go to the shop Roblox Roblox” but it’s time with him to talk to me about whatever he wants and it’s time that I absolutely adore. I hope when (if) he chooses to have kids, he’ll look back and think “hey that was some decent dad time I had outside the house”.
I’m also secretly hoping that if he’s ever going through a rough time in life that he’s keeping to himself and we’re still out banging miles into the tarmac, then somewhere between “what’s your favourite Grow Your Garden pet?” and “I just got a badge in Doors for using a crucifix on door 69 while getting chased by rush”, there’ll be a little breadcrumb or hint at a drama that we can talk about and ease his mental health just a tiny bit.
Honestly I’d be happy if they remember it and adopt the same approach to spending time with folk - whether it be their friends, colleagues, maybe even their own bairns in due course.
I think there’s a point in most people’s lives though where they look up to their leading figure in life - be it father; mother; caregiver; whatever - and realise that they’re not perfect and they’re just as prone to making daft mistakes as anyone.
It was a sobering moment for me - I suppose it just makes you realise that they’re just another person trying to make the best in life and sometimes shit just goes sideways.
I mean, twenty years later I still feel like I’ve got my shit held together by thin string and willpower - adulting is hard work 😂
I just made “Father of the Year” by enforcing a time limit on my 12 yo playing with his friends on the computer, so his younger brother could play, and now he’s in his room in tears. Yeah, adulting sucks sometimes.
Yeah refereeing is hard too. Sometimes I want to yeet the controller out the window so nobody plays and solve the fairness problem that way… but then I’d have to listen to both of them bleat on about it!
My eldest lad is growing up too fast - he’s got lots of hobbies, one of which needs a lot of fitness so I try and get out with him once a week for a half hour run - partly to introduce him to cardio training but mainly to just get some time alone with him before he realises his dad is an arsehole.
It’s great. Admittedly, he’s just “Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox can we go to the shop Roblox Roblox” but it’s time with him to talk to me about whatever he wants and it’s time that I absolutely adore. I hope when (if) he chooses to have kids, he’ll look back and think “hey that was some decent dad time I had outside the house”.
I’m also secretly hoping that if he’s ever going through a rough time in life that he’s keeping to himself and we’re still out banging miles into the tarmac, then somewhere between “what’s your favourite Grow Your Garden pet?” and “I just got a badge in Doors for using a crucifix on door 69 while getting chased by rush”, there’ll be a little breadcrumb or hint at a drama that we can talk about and ease his mental health just a tiny bit.
Who knows. A dad can hope.
Awwww. A caring dad. They will see and remember this.
Honestly I’d be happy if they remember it and adopt the same approach to spending time with folk - whether it be their friends, colleagues, maybe even their own bairns in due course.
Nah. I don’t give a shit about anything else you do or have done, you being a good dad to your kid negates all that shit.
Yeah fingers crossed!
I think there’s a point in most people’s lives though where they look up to their leading figure in life - be it father; mother; caregiver; whatever - and realise that they’re not perfect and they’re just as prone to making daft mistakes as anyone.
It was a sobering moment for me - I suppose it just makes you realise that they’re just another person trying to make the best in life and sometimes shit just goes sideways.
I mean, twenty years later I still feel like I’ve got my shit held together by thin string and willpower - adulting is hard work 😂
I just made “Father of the Year” by enforcing a time limit on my 12 yo playing with his friends on the computer, so his younger brother could play, and now he’s in his room in tears. Yeah, adulting sucks sometimes.
Yeah refereeing is hard too. Sometimes I want to yeet the controller out the window so nobody plays and solve the fairness problem that way… but then I’d have to listen to both of them bleat on about it!
You can only do your best 😊
Omg, I feel this so goddamn much