Every day, punkin, I get home from work, and the first thing I want to do is hold you in my arms. Every day I look for the signs that will tell me what I've missed, to tell me how you've grown through the course of the interminable hours that I've been away from you. Of course, that's all poppycock, and you haven't changed a bit, but I have to think of something to make myself feel better for leaving your mum home with you all day every day.
When I got home tonight, the two of you were sacked out on the couch, just like this, watching Buffy. Lucky for you, it was Buffy series one, so you're watching it from the start. I don't know if you'll think that Buffy is cool (you're going to have to stop watching it sooner or later, it's a bit scary) or if you'll reserve the faint derision for it that I feel for many of the entertainment options that were available before I was born. Sure, I think, that's a cool movie, but it would have been better if it wasn't in black and white, and haven't they ever heard of CGI?
This is, of course, sidetracking us from the real issue. The real issue is that I got home tonight, and you were there, snuggled up on the couch with your mum, watching Buffy. That I got home, and the two of you looked so content and so complete that I didn't know where I fitted in. That I felt like, by being at work, I had missed out on everything that the two of you shared during the day. Again, I know this is poppycock, but there you go.
I reserve the right to redress this balance at a later date, by teaching you to do things that your mother disapproves of.
No, I won't show you how to make a flamethrower, or a potato gun. Ask one of your grandfathers.
Love you.
4 comments:
It's the little things that make the difference, never mind the flamethrower. Like a few years from now telling him it's ok to eat frozen peas with dinner. Yes, my loving partner looked at me like I had two heads when I told him we weren't giving his 7yo son frozen peas for dinner. *sigh*
ps. that's a great photo. :-)
There will be no peas in our house. Frozen or otherwise. Ditto brussels sprouts and broad beans.
ICK!
Love those peas!
Good Morning Abraham William,
Once you are eating something ther than the wonderful boob juice your mother is providing you will find out there are many different types of food. As far as I can see one of the big advantages of this family is that we all love our food. Many of your close relatives (both male and female) are great cooks. Your Grandad Phil makes the world's best bread, Uncle David is an expert at roast lamb, and as you can see from recent photos your mum and dad turn out a pretty mean trifle. And I can confirm from recent experience Aunty Jann makes great mussels.
I believe that one of the ways that people learn how to enjoy food, and to be prepared to try different and interesting things, is by trying lots of different stuff. NEVER believe someone who tells you "you won't like that". Maybe you will - you need to try for yourself.
I have fond memories of going out to eat with Grandad Phil, your dad and your uncles to an Italian place in North Melbourne. When Grandad Phil ordered calamari and the boys found out it was squid they all said "YUCK". (this was in the old days long before every fish & chip shop sold calamari). Well, sweetheart, when we all got our food and the boys tasted the YUCKY squid, Grandad Phil was lucky to get any.
Now the same thing won't happen to you with calamari, and you have already been to your first yum cha - but you should know that your dad does not know what he is talking about when it comes to peas. Your Grandad grows the most beautiful sugar snap peas - they are one of the best treats of early summer here in Maine. Your Rowdy Grammy makes a dish which involves brussels sprouts, bacon and a few other things (recipe from Lola) that is scrumptious.
So don't listen to him Bramble - when you come to our house you can get all of the peas you like. Also don't listen to Uncle David about nunchucks either - I will have to have a talk to him.
love you sweetpea.
Rowdy
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