Dada's Day

My Dad was 40 when I was born. It came as a shock to my parents who believed after six sons, their baby making days were well and truly over. I adored my Dad growing up. I had a notion that he was the strongest man in the world, that while ever he was there, nothing bad could happen. I distinctly remember following him around like a puppy whenever he was home. But he wasn't home all that much. Running his own business as a skydiving instructor, working tirelessly 7 days per week. Some of my fondest memories are of watching him pack the parachutes with intricate detail, for the coming weekend, when he would perform the actual jumps. He would often work long and hard, all day and into the night, in our purpose built garage. Looking back, it was a rather bizarre profession for a Dad. Though I thought he was the bee's knees. 


During my teens and into my early twenties, our relationship became decidedly strained. Typical teenage angst, coupled with the realisation that my Dad was not the perfect man I always believed him to be. I never stopped loving him, but we struggled at times to understand each other and it reached a point where I wondered if we would ever resurrect the bond that we once had. We did. Gradually, my appreciation of Dad returned. The acceptance that he is only human and along with my Mama, raised seven children to be good, happy, well adjusted adults. Comprehending the pain he suffered throughout his own childhood and teen years. Knowing that he is tougher and more resilient than I even gave him credit for. He is a pretty remarkable man, my Dad and although he can still drive me insane with his views and conservative approach to life, I love him. SO much.


Another fantastic Dada in my life, is my hubby. Fatherhood marched up to Scott, knocked on his door and changed his world. Whilst he may not be the most 'hands on' Dada when it comes to nappy changing, bathing and feeding the boys, he is one of the most proud, loving, dedicated ones I know. The little guys can't get enough of him. Much like my own Dad, he works long hours, so every single minute of time they spend together is precious. And they never waste a second. Reading, writing, drawing, building, throwing, catching, long walks and park play. Definitely the fun stuff. Though I wouldn't want it any other way. The look on each of their faces when they're playing together, is pure love. And it melts my heart.