Were I to die tomorrow then there are so many things I would not get to tell my boys. As melancholy a thought as it is it is one with which I have of late struggled though something I have yet to remedy. Such words of wisdom that are a father’s to impart would go unsaid and they would quite possibly venture into this world as young men without my deep and considered understanding of so many things.
Whilst their mother would without doubt provide them the support they need as young men I would not be there to explain to them why they should always ensure they place the drill chuck back in the little holder thingy on the handle of the drill to ensure they are not forever heading to the DIY place to buy another.
I ask myself who, if not me, should be the one to explain why darts is a sport and motor racing is not and why being a Yorkshire-man is truly a privilege.
My heart is heavy with the thought that at my passing so ceases the chance for me to impart upon them how a man should approach washing dishes so as to ensure he never gets asked again.
Truly though I believe the greatest gift we can give them is our presence, time and attention without which we cannot pass on our biases and prejudice.
Good god, what if they grow up to be Manchester United fans?
Afterwards 
Scary thoughts. Manchester? Really? Good God, have mercy. 😀
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OMG, your true colors are showing! 💛 I kinda like them 😃
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What u thought it would be all uplifting and poignant…ha
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Nightmare mate…
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What brought this thought to the forefront of your mind?
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I think perhaps as my eldest just turned 13 and the usual xmas contemplation. Sometimes these things are a stream of consciousness thing for me too.
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I think you may need to change the thing with dishes – consider keeping the cook happy by the simple task of cleaning up after as a sign of great respect and admiration, and you’ll never go hungry again. strategic amendment for those who don’t cook, can’t cook, or …
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Lol.you’re probably right !
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especially if you want to maintain your partnership – my rule for the foster kids: the cook doesn’t have to clean up after (can you guess how much easier it was to get them to do either job, depending on which they considered easier, better, or timelier?).
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I might steal that because i do a lot of the cooking ! We’ve been trying to get our kids to do more i think perhaps I’ve been too easy on them ..
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Offered free of charge. I can’t cook (I try hard, but that may make it worse), and the choice of allowing me to cook or clean became so, so, so much easier once they’d tasted the first effort.
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Wise indeed thanks 🙂
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I used to do that quite a bit, but afterward, I didn’t feel much better. I have to give it my all to focus on the present moment. 🙂
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Guess we all feel rather mortal at times …
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So true. 🙂
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I had those thoughts too when I was a young father. At least I have the satisfaction that neither of my sons grew up to be Man Utd fans.
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That’s a relief for sure…no one deserves that mill stone
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