Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Fatherhood for the younger man

I finally decided to right this book after a conversation with my barber. He was busily removing most of my hair (I had only asked for a trim but what the hell, none of them ever listen anyway) when we started talking about children.

“What is the part you find most difficult about being a Dad?” I asked him.

“That part when you are in a busy town centre and they start screaming for no apparent reason and they won’t shut up. It’s so embarrassing” he replied.

At this point I felt compelled to clarify that we were talking about our kids and not our wives and once I had ascertained that we were indeed talking about the same topic, I realized that there must be so many fathers out there who have experienced the same.
Before going any further, it is probably worth giving you a little bit of my background so that you can understand what qualifies me to write this book. At time of writing, I’m a 29 year old (the dreaded thirty is only weeks away), married man with a two key women in my life – my wife and my daughter. This of course excludes my mother but I’ve explained the previous statement to her and she now understands…
My wife is 28 years old, although she insists on telling everyone that she is 27, and we have been married for just over 2 years. Unbelievably though we have been together for nine years. Like any couple, we have our ups and downs but generally speaking we are best friends and have a great life. My fantastic daughter is nearly four years old. She informed me yesterday that she is “actually three and ¾’s Daddy” which is right – she is. Credit for this book really must go to her as without her coming along, I would not have had the experiences on which I am about to draw.
This book has been written for all you new (ish) fathers out there. You who feel frustrated that nipping to the pub becomes a mission involving push chairs, bottles, toys, books, first aid kits and a teddy called Rabbit. You who feel entirely alone and that the Lotus Elise you’ve been eying up in the car showroom is now consigned to the annals of your history that never was, two seats too small for your new life. Well this account is written for you. Its aim? To let you know that there are others out there who can empathize with everything you go through.

If you want to know more, let me know...