All parents have had the usual comment from friends and family, ‘Soon be at school’. You think, ‘Shut up, he’s only 2 days old’. Well, the boy is now 3 and September 2016 is fast approaching and he will indeed be at school. I’ll be honest as always, I’m not looking forward to it one single bit.
The transition from man to Dad. It’s been a powerful experience for me. When sitting down to think about this, the feeling that stands out to me most, is emotional.
When you do something, no matter how big or how small and your child gives you that priceless smile.
As you walk along the winding pathway and approach the drawbridge that leads you over the castles surrounding moat, you look up at the huge structure before you. A Large doorway, windows galore and a pointed tower right at the top intrigues you.
You walk through the main entrance and are immediately in the castles lounge area. Cinema sized TV, every channel imaginable, the biggest sofa you’ve ever seen! A talking pig named Peppa who’s lounging upside down on the armchair points you in the direction of the next room. Into the study and your attention is drawn to the desk area where all the magic happens. Computers, printers a king-sized chair, this must be where the King of the castle runs his empire. This room leads into a Dragons lair! You can see evidence everywhere, half eaten soldiers, limbs laying around, saved for later you imagine. Spiderman appears from nowhere, his web sweeps you off your feet and lands you into the next area of the castle.
Landing in the kitchen, you’re met with utensils you’ve never even thought of never mind heard of! Pots and pans, thousands could dine here surely?! In the corner of your eye you notice Flop teaching Bing Bunny about all the weird and wonderful cleaning potions that are kept in a locked cupboard under the pot washing area. Moving onto the first floor most of the doors are locked, they must be the private rooms for the Princesses of the castle. Secret diaries, cushions, cuddly toys and more cushions are concealed behind these doors, or so the talking canvas on the wall tells you! The bathroom has a tub area and a shower section. Bath oils and creams surround the entire room. You’re distracted by a Dinosaur driving a speedboat across the bubbles peaking over the top of the bath, best move on.
More stairs? There’s a second floor. This must lead to the tower, is this where the King and Queen retire to of an evening? King sized bed, side tables filled with literature, more shoes than any shop could sell! The wardrobe opens and you’re almost blinded by the sparkly dresses and yet more shoes!
What is this place, a magical castle? Talking pigs, flying superheros, dragons, a wall canvas that’s alive, a flash of light……
And then I’m woken up by the boy digging his elbow in my neck and heel into my ribs. ‘Let’s go downstairs Daddy’. Once I’ve come round a little I get out of bed, have a fight through some shoes to dig out some clothes, tell the boy to put down the Pug book he’s got of the bed-side table and we make our way down from the attic room. He say’s morning to the canvas we have of him on the landing and then reminds me he knows he’s not allowed into his sisters bedrooms.
Into the bathroom to brush our teeth and may as well tidy up his toy boat and dinosaur that were left in from his bath last night. Downstairs into the kitchen for breakfast, ‘What’s your Flop and Bing Bunny doing in the cupboard in the kitchen, take them into your play room’ I tell him.
I fetch our breakfast into the living room via the playroom/office, tripping over Spiderman, a dragon teddy and a few broken soldier figures!
Finally, lets sit down and watch a bit of TV, Oh wait, what have I sat on…. Peppa!!
Dad’s Castle…… Of course it is.
David – DadvWorld
So, I used to be just an ‘I’, an individual, singular, basically responsible for myself only. Then came along the ‘We’, which consists of a Wife, Two Daughters and a Son.
The world has been a professional at throwing in surprise curve balls throughout my 29 years of existence, only now the never-ending unexpected kicks to groin area are multiplied 5-fold. Before when the car smoked, spluttered and refused to move, I just jumped on the bus to work and inwardly sobbed at the thought of how the mechanic would be sure to have my pants down over the cost to fix the car. Before when the bank decided, ‘Hey you can pay that £100 bill despite having only £30 in your account and no overdraft, we will just make your £30 vanish for a couple of days before making it re-appear when we decide you actually can’t pay that bill AND we will only charge you a small fee for this of £20’, I would just shrug at the hole in the wall and see if Mum was going to lend me £30 to go to the pub and forget that £100 will indeed need paying at some stage. Before, when the alarm didn’t go off and the car was broke and the bank was empty and I only had 40p on the bed-side table, I owed Mum £30, the bank £20 plus an overdue bill of £100, I’d sob, shrug and stay in bed!
Now, when the car decides it’s having a day off, the Wife has to jump on the bus to work, I have to jump on the bus and make my way to Two different schools to drop the girls off all with our 3-year-old in tow! Now, when the bank decides we’re paying that bill despite a lack of funds, £30 from Mum (Now Nanna) isn’t going to cut it, nappies, baby wipes, dinner money, bus fares, the list is endless. Now, when the alarm doesn’t go off, the car’s broken, that chuffin bill needs paying, the wallet has moths flying out of it, the wife’s in a mood because she’s late for work, the kids are venting their frustration because there’s no way they’re making school on time and it’s embarrassing walking in late in front of everyone AND our 3-year-old is running around without his nappy on with the last baby wipe in his mouth pretending he’s some character he’s seen on YouTube! Now, I still sob and shrug, but whilst making detailed military style plans involving bus time-tables, online banking to juggle direct debits around and multi-tasking skills no average man could dream of possessing!
Before or Now, I or We…. There’s simply no contest! Now and We are winners by some distance and that’s because now I’m a Dad, I’m a husband, I’m taking on the World and I reckon I’m winning!
I’ve created DadvWorld so you can follow my journey on battling all the aspects of life and the world. Some posts will be funny (Hopefully), some will be serious and some will be absolutely pointless, just a fragment from my life as a Dad. I reckon that’ll do it for my first entry. I’ll be around pretty much 24/7 on social media, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and I’m even going to give this Snapchat Stories a go, why not, if all else fails at least us 5 can look back at all this to show how I wasted all my time away from actual work!!!
David – DadvWorld