Sunday was Fathers Day. I know three who have very different stories but all have one thing in common. Me.
The first is my own father. I’ve known him all my life. He worked hard, provided and quietly supported. He took us all #bellringing when we reached the right sort of age. My resounding childhood memories of my dad include meeting us in Tesco on Thursday evenings after he’d finished work. We’d done most of the shopping and he arrived in time to pay the bill. I remember asking his permission to learn a new #bellringing method that I knew he didn’t know and it felt odd to learn something he didn’t know. Of course he said go for it and I haven’t looked back since. When I split up with my ex, he came all the way to Ipswich to collect me and my stuff. The only thing he asked was whether my ex had hurt me (physically). When I said no, he simply said that everything would be ok then. That’s all I needed. I have learned many lessons from my dad over the years.
My brother has had so much to deal with over the last few years. His life was tragically turned upside down yet he has dealt with it with such strength, I really don’t know how he’s done it. I’m not sure I would have been quite so together. He’s had some wonderful news more recently and I couldn’t be happier for him.
My husband is just incredible. He has two daughters from his first marriage and one from ours. All girls! He has done so much for all of them. He is such a practical but caring father. And soon to be grandad. He’s actually quite mushy about it in private. It was lovely to see him with his eldest recently, who is expecting her first child. He’s going to be a besotted grandad for sure. And guess what, another girl! I could not have asked for a better baby daddy to our own. Watching their relationship develop particularly as she’s got older has been interesting. She’s quite capable and independent, but he’ll go running to help her out at the drop of a hat.
Step-son-in-law is about to become a daddy and it will be lovely to see him develop as a father too.
Thank you to all the daddys in my life.
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What a lovely blog. Obviously I know the chaps of whom you speak, have slightly different thoughts about all of them but some also similar feelings 🤗🥰