I just got up at midnight to attend to six month old Toby as he was stirring. His tiny little whimpers of not pain or anxiety or even sorry, more of a cry to say ‘Hello, I’m happy enough for now but pls don’t leave me too much longer as I’m a bit hungry’. I walked into the darkness and relative peace of the two boys rooms where big brother William was passed out and so so peaceful during his vital sleep stages.
Toby saw Me, recognised it was Dadda and have a beaming smile of acknowledgement and possibly a ‘thanks Daddy, I knew someone would come’. He was chirpy for this time of night and I knew there be no gentle patting to ensure slumber overtook him again for a few hours, no..this bany was hungry so we spent the next 20 minutes with him drinking his milk from a bottle and me whispering to him in the quiet of the Loungeroom how much he’s adored and loved not only by his immediate family but by his extended family and most that come in touch with his angelic and cruisey soul. Then, I sat him up and he spewed all done the front of me! Parenthood,fatherhood, whatever it is, it’s unique, a total privelidge that takes the tough days with the incredibly uplifting moments like the one I’m writing about now.
Being a Dad has exceeded my wildiest dreams and I wonder every day what the future will hold for Will and Tobes, only time will tell. Love love love this gift of fatherhood I’ve been granted with and take no day with disrespect for the pivotal role I will play well into the future of these boys lives.
LOVE.