The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]


To Be A Witness At The Starting Line Of Everything …
August 7, 2015, 6:15 am
Filed under: Dad, Daddyhood, Otis

I realised that this week, I’d written a lot of rather sad posts.

Not all, but there’s definitely been a meloncholy feel running through them all.

So I thought I’d end the week on something positive.

My son.

I’ve written how much I love being Otis’ dad.

I can’t put into words how much of an honour it is to take care of him.

Watching him learn in front of my eyes is amazing.

Seeing him try things he’s just seen Jill or me do, is remarkable.

A few weeks ago, he started to clap.

Seeing his little hands bang together, while still remaining stiff, is something I’ll treasure forever.

But knowing it is all passing by at seemingly, the speed of light, is something I hate.

I want it to stop or at least slow down … and yet, at every turn, he seems to discover or learn something new and that is something I want to see so I’m sort of damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

A few days after his 7 month birthday, he started to crawl.

I know, I sound like a besotted Dad – and I am – but think about it, when was the last time you literally saw someone do something for the first time.

Try their first food?

Recognise their reflection?

Be able to move by their own actions?

It seems such a small thing and yet it is something huge.

To be where it all began is an amazing thing, made better by the fact you actually know it is significant whereas with most other things we go through in life, we only discover their importance after the event.

Which is why I want to share this moment of Otis’ development with you.

Not because I expect you to share the same emotional warmth about it that I do, but because regardless how sad, grumpy, angry or conflicted you may be feeling today … seeing a child literally experience something for the first time is something very beautiful indeed.

Have a great weekend.


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hes just moved more than his old man has in the past 10 fucking years.

Comment by andy@cynic

Gold.

Comment by DH

Sadly that’s true.

Comment by Rob

how the fuck you produced something as gorgeous as that kid is another fucking mystery to go with how you got a job at wieden and how you arent in prison.

Comment by andy@cynic

I’m guessing it’s like everything he’s achieved. He just sat there and everyone around him did all the hard work.

Comment by DH

OK Rob, it worked. I smiled. But Otis did it, not you.

Comment by DH

Trying to get away from you.

Comment by Billy Whizz

Go Otis go.

Jemma x

Comment by Jemma King

He’s trying. He’s trying.

Comment by DH

He’s a magnificent boy. He’s also a lucky one having you as his dad.

Comment by Lee Hill

I’m lucky he’s my son.

Comment by Rob

I want to squeeze his arms and knees. Gorgeous boy.

Comment by Mary Bryant

Softy.

Comment by Bazza

That’s what Jill said.

Comment by DH

And at some point, in about twelve or thirteen years or so, he’s going to turn to you and say “Dad, you are so fucked”.

There’s a moment to look forward to!

(It’s nothing personal – it happens to every dad.)

Comment by Ian Gee

Oh I know. I’ve even warned his Mum but she’s in denial.

I remember once reading in Loaded magazine that you grow up thinking your Dad is a hero and then one day you see him as a fat bastard who can’t program the video.

The technology may have changed but sadly, the judgement moment hasn’t.

Comment by Rob

Massive Softy. Otis will thank you for this when he’s 13 years old. “Thanks DAD!”

Comment by Marcus

I cannot wait for this to happen with mine too🙂 We’re slowly getting there (he’s only 6 months old…)

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