Earlier today, or yesterday now since the clock has ticked over to a new day, I was writing a post about the weather.
Boring as hell, except it gradually turned into a rant about greed, both corporate and government,
There has to be better stuff to talk about than that.
Like father’s day.
It’s possibly the most interesting aspect of my life, having never expected as a teenager that I would ever become a father. No, back in those dark and gloomy days I had neither the confidence nor the wherewithal to be or do anything.
I guess meeting someone, falling in love, and getting married, pulls you out of the lethargy of youth and forces you to take stock, and become someone, someone who has to have a good job that pays good money so you can get the necessities like a house and a car. You might have these before you get married, we had the cars, but not the house.
Then you realise you need more money because you never seem to earn enough until a baby comes along, and your whole life as you knew it turned upside down and inside out. Bad enough trying to sustain two, it’s now three.
More money, a larger house, a larger car, a damn good washing machine, and lots of nappies. Wow, I had thought having a baby meant more than a clothesline perpetually filled with nappies.
Until another baby comes along, the cycle repeats, then one has to go to school, and a whole new money pit opens and this costs more than the annual house payments.
Then there are sports, and extracurricular activities like dancing (though we didn’t have girls, thankfully), and then kids get to be very good at sports, so, you guessed it, another money pit. And a steadily growing grocery bill as they get larger and start eating you out of house and home.
There’s never a let-up, from the moment they’re born till the moment they leave home, and that, sometimes, can take a few more years than you expected.
Along the way you hope that your kids will respect you are their father and their mother. Sometimes that’s a forlorn hope. Other times children become a blessing and are always there. At least we don’t have to travel to either the other side of the country, or the other side of the world, to see ours, and with any luck, I will see them both later today.
I don’t expect much. My relationship with my father is strained, now, but for many years I was there for him, much more than I should according to my wife. I don’t want for them what happened to me, so I do what I can to make sure it doesn’t happen.
But the unexpected surprise, that one thing that you never expect when this lifelong journey starts, is the eventuality of grandchildren. Yes, it’s a natural progression in the circle of life, but often it doesn’t quite happen.
We have three granddaughters, and though I know as we get older we will not see them as much or if at all as they make their way out into a very large and far more accessible world than we had at the same time, but I will cherish those moments I have with them now.
I guess today, being the first day of spring, is not such a bad day after all, and it’s amazing that twelve hours later after feeling the gloom and doom of the world, that mood has changed, and that it took so little to change it.
Perhaps that’s what life is really all about.