I'm fortunate enough to have a wonderful 5 year old son at the moment. I very much look forward to him growing up and watching him become a man. I do hope he stays on the rails, and of course he will have every help in doing so, but of course one can't take these things for granted.
He is now getting to the age where he is taking an interest in machinery, tools, that sort of thing, and I made a bit of a blunder yesterday in this regard. I had mentioned to him that our Smart Roadster needed a new battery, so his interest was piqued and he wanted to see where the engine and battery were. Of course, I obliged and showed him around. However, once I had bought the new battery (yesterday), I went home and fitted it without involving him, forgetting that he's a big enough lad to help out with these things now.
Tonight I shall go home, remove the new battery, replace the old one and do it all again with him around to help out.
Those of you with elderly fathers yourselves are blessed indeed, mine was lost in a motorbike accident aged 40, I was 13. I am now 40 myself, and that has really brought home how young he was. Not a day goes by, even now, when I don't think of him and what might have been. The one and only burning hope of my life now is that such a tragedy should not befall my son (and indeed my daughter), and that we grow up/old together and enjoy each other's company to the end, whenever that may be and however it may happen.
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