Recently I’ve been writing memoirs and reflections about my life forty years ago and one of the things that occurred to me was how much I missed being a young daddy. As I write my daily blog (see memoirsofgibraltar.com ) I sometimes wonder where the past forty years went but take heart and comfort (in my Autumn years) from the closeness I still have with my children. Today I spent a magical day out with my eldest daughter who very much shares my sense of humour and it’s been totally lovely.
Forty years ago I adored my child……….
As a mother caught in the blitz of early parenthood, this warmed my heart. What a comfort to know it always gets better!
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Thank you Lauren, it certainly has got better for me as a Father. By age 21 (1977) I had three daughters and I’m so blessed to still be very close to them all. X 🙂 Alan
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