Father’s Day is upon us and as I sat and thought about it last week I realised I have three dads to buy gifts for (my own, my husband’s and my children’s). Three men in my life who all play the role of a father and each of them does it so differently.
My own dad is the fixer. When I was younger my dad commuted a distance to his work which meant he would leave the house before 8am and return just in time to say goodnight. Weekends where when we would get to spend most time with my dad. I remember he could be found in our garage, lost in a world of car parts. If something was broken Dad was always the person I called. He could, in my eyes, fix anything. I laugh when I see the plaque that says: “Dad will fix it”. This was my sentiments exactly. So much so that when we first got married I would still phone my dad to come and fix the odd job that needed doing.
From a young age my dad took an interest in our education. When I struggled to understand the concept of multiplication and division he spent countless nights quizzing me till I no longer stumbled over 7×8 or 8×9. My dad encouraged me to become a teacher and supported me right through, from my first ever Standard Grade exam, to my last ever exam in University. He even drove me back down to Glasgow and lived with me for a week when I had to resit a placement. Chumming me on the train ride there on my first day.
I always knew my dad was there to catch me if I fell. And if I did “fall” well he would help me fix it. My dad and I are very similar with our deep need for justice, logical thinking and, at times, bluntness. Through him I have learned that these qualities can be both a blessing and a curse. And we are both getting better at working out the appropriate time to use them!
Without my Dad, as cheesy as it sounds, I wouldn’t be the woman I am today. He taught me to believe in my abilities, to value myself and my worth and to work hard to achieve what I wanted.
The example my dad set meant I had quite a high bar for what I was looking for in a husband. At the age of 18, when I was least expecting it, I started a friendship with my husband. Two months later we were dating, three years later we were engaged, five years later we were married and 11 years later we have three children. Crazy how fast time flies!
Before we had Finlay, children were the least of David’s interests. He was not the best at getting down to a child’s level during conversation and he would most likely be the passenger on the plane complaining about the crying baby. Despite this children were always on our agenda.
During my pregnancy with Finlay, David would get fleeting moments where he would wonder what he would be like as a parent. I knew the moment he held Finlay it would all slot into place. And it did. Over the last three years I have watched my best friend blossom into an amazing father. I am so priveledged that I get to raise my children with him by my side, fumbling along together.
He has now become the man who spends his evenings feeding and bathing the twins and playing games with Finlay in his playroom. He takes Finlay out on Boys Only trips for coffee and a cake, to the swimming pool or for a spin in his “noisy” car. He showers all three of our children with so much love and affection it is beautiful to watch. Don’t get me wrong he is human, so there are times when the children will get on his nerves but despite this I wouldn’t want to have children with anyone else.
I look forward to the future and watching my children build upon their friendships with their dad. I hope that David’s love and affection for our children will lead to Autumn having a high bar when she searches for her Mr Right. That is if David will allow her to search!