There are many times I wonder to myself how Synn and I would be living our lives now if we didn’t have Tristan.
Yet, in a strange way, I’m not sure I could allow myself to live the rest of my life without ever having known him.
Life works in such strange ways.
It’s so cliched, I know, but it really is true what they say about having kids. Looking after them saps you in every way possible, but it truly is a rewarding experience. It’s precisely this experience that money can’t buy:
The amazement you feel when, in the weeks following his birth, you literally feel him getting heavier each and every day.
The wonder on his face when he discovers that plastic bags make that crinkly noise when handled.
The pride you feel when he’s overcome his titanic struggle to turn onto his tummy.
The pure, unadulterated joy on his face when he takes his first few steps on his own.
The feeling that it’s just the two of you in the world when he gives you a tight hug.
The satisfaction that he’s actually learnt what you taught him to do, like climbing down from a height, or waving hello/goodbye.
The infectiousness of his giggles.
The love you feel for him when he calls you ‘Daddy’ for the first time.
I could go on, but you get my drift. Sure, there are the tough times when he’s ill, and Synn and I are sick with worry. But hell, what I wouldn’t give to experience more of that laughter and warmth that he’s brought into our lives as well.
What’s a little sleep deprivation, eh?
To all those Daddies out there fortunate enough to experience what I have, and more…here’s wishing you all a very Happy Father’s Day.