My kids are a wonderful part of my life, they make me proud and astound me on a daily basis. Being a father is, without doubt, the most rewarding thing that I have ever done or will ever do. Everything else pales into insignificance. I’ve done and continue to do everything I can to prepare them for a future life of happiness and success in whatever they choose to do. Because that is what parents do.
Sometimes I realise how much they’ve grown, how much they’ve developed and how close they are to moving on. And of course that is what it is all about, but at the same time, there is something inside that wants them to stay small and protected. Tonight both my kids will be singing at the local schools carol concert, as they have done every year, for my son this will be the last time before he moves on. This morning the fresh snow was greeted with a “meh” last year it was squeals of delight.
Yesterday I wrote about obesity. I wrote about it because I believe it is a huge issue for the country and I believe it is a debate that we need to have BECAUSE I care about the future not just of my kids but of your kids and everyone’s kids. Some stupid idiot had the temerity to accuse me of being a bad role model to my children by raising this. Not only did they completely blur the line between the real me and the comic exaggeration that is The HRD, but they also chose to attack me as a parent.
I don’t care whether you disagree with me, whether you think I am an outrageous fool or a drunken buffoon. I don’t care whether you want to write streaming diatribes about me or my comments or views. I don’t care if you curse or swear or call me every name under the sun. That is all fair game.
But when you start to include my kids and my role as a father to them, that most certainly is not.