It’s hard watching your children grow up, leaving the carefree tomfoolery of their early years behind them. I love to mess around with the kids, act like a fool to make them laugh, but my eldest is getting to the age where he’s starting to find me embarrassing almost as often as he finds me entertaining. Sometimes I see him looking at me and thinking “You really ARE an idiot”. And it’s only going to get worse. As the kids get older they’ll realise that although they assumed when they were little that their Dad was fabulous and knew everything and could do everything, he was actually just a mediocre underachiever, muddling through, trying to survive.
I guess my hope is that when they’re much older, as old as I am now, maybe they’ll realise that in spite of all that I still managed to be a half decent father. And thus in my own small way, something of the hero they first imagined me to be.