Well, after three
and a half years and 200 columns, it's time to call time on diary of
a dad.
Harry started school
this week and although it's only half days at the moment, Melissa and
I agreed when I started writing the column that I would finish when
he started school.
After all, it's bad
enough having an embarrassing dad about the place, let alone having
an embarrassing dad that writes for the local paper.
Looking back over
the last three and a half years, I can honestly say that it's been an
incredible experience: from the unadulterated joy of Harry's arrival,
to his first words and first steps; and from James' traumatic birth
(I still get nightmares when I think about watching a limp little
baby being snatched away by the emergency team that descended on the
delivery room), to the robust, happy little baby who flaps around
with excitement when I walk in at night.
The changes that
happen in such a relatively short space of time are truly remarkable.
Sometimes I look at Harry and wonder when he suddenly turned into the
tall, grown-up boy he is now.
I've learned an
awful lot. For instance, I now know that it is in fact possible to
function with only two hours sleep a night. I also know that, unless
England happen to be playing a Test series in India or Australia,
television is terrible at 5 o'clock in the morning.
Having grandparents
that live within a few miles has also been a huge help. As much as we
love our boys, having the odd night out or night away is a real treat
– and that wouldn't be possible if we didn't haven't such
supportive parents.
Has it changed me?
Absolutely. It's a bit of a cliché but many of the things I thought
were important before we had children simply pale into insignificance
now. My priorities are now very simple: Harry and James.
Thanks for reading.