No, I haven’t just had another kid.
I’ve transitioned…
From being “Daddy” to “Dad”. Very quickly and very suddenly!
We’ve just had Father’s Day here in the UK and thankfully, we managed to arrange it so that we had Connor for the weekend. Always good, and particularly nice this time because it’s the first time he’s seen the new house and his new room.
Even though he is squished into the box room!
We did think about this a lot when moving in. And the decision was quite simply this:
He isn’t here as often as would be ideal, but the nice thing about that is that when he is here, he’s not in his room. He spends his waking hours with us, regardless of what’s happening in the household.
I spend almost my entire working week upstairs in my office, so it made sense for me to have the bigger room. It also acts as a multi-purpose space for books and games etc that we can all use whenever we want.
On the Sunday (Father’s Day), I woke at 10am and wandered through to Connors room to ask why he hadn’t woken me. “It’s Father’s Day, you deserved a lay in”…
Good lad!
I made tea and Connor handed me his little bag of goodies including a pint glass which he had lovingly added a sealed sticker too.
“Dad”
A couple of smellies etc and then the card.
“Dad”
Throughout the weekend, Vicki then also pointed out that he continued to use the word “Dad” to get my attention when required.
At first, I was sad that the age of “Daddy” had passed and I had just become “Dad”. But then I got thinking about this.
Should it be a sad moment? No, I don’t think so. My boy is growing and of course this is the first year he’s hit secondary school and within less than 7 months will become a teenager.
It was inevitable and I hadn’t really thought about it until it happened.
Whilst the years of guiding and helping him grow are passing quickly, the years of watching him take ownership of his life are beginning. This is a new chapter that whilst I had a moment of panic about the change, quickly turned to excitement to see how he continues to grow.
There will be many more things I will still be able to teach my son as I don’t believe that will ever stop. (I’m still learning from my parents) But now is the time to let him fly and see how he handles growing up.
I know he will probably put me through a small piece of hell while he gets to grips with all the hormones, but it will all be well worth watching. Let’s hope he doesn’t ask me any difficult questions for his GCSE’s…
And thankfully, he’s still a little too young to make me a Grandad!
Yet...
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