Celebrating daughters

By the time I was 22 I had three daughters and back then money was an issue; we didn’t have any. But what we did have was love and over the years I’ve been blessed that my children have been close to me and are still so now. When they were little I was an extremely proud daddy and delighted in taking them out all in their pretty frocks with their hair in ribbons.

Of course now they are all grown and our relationships have naturally changed but the lovely thing is that at 58 I’m still Daddy, and that’s priceless.

Having lived in and visited countries where women and girls are treated dreadfully I know only too well that both me and my children are lucky to have been born in a society which respects our fairer ones; there have been times when I’ve literally grieved for the less fortunate.

Today I’m celebrating my daughters and the enrichment they have brought to my life.




Men who beat women

Forgive me but I’m still seething about recent events.

I’ve been married to my lady Ms.Grace for 37 years and anyone who has been married that long will know that a marriage doesn’t survive without a few stand up nose-to-nose screaming matches. Rows about money, the kids, the future, the past are all commonplace and natural. And as you both grow older together your needs, wants and preferences change so much that you are certainly not the same people who walked down the aisle together. Sadly for some the changes are too much and the marriage fails; and I have a lot of sympathy and understanding for folks in that situation.

To argue, as far as I’m concerned, is healthy and perfectly normal but that is where the line is drawn. When physical aggression comes into it then that’s a whole new ball game, particularly when it is a male hitting a female. Don’t get me wrong I’m no women’s lib or girl power supporter; nine times out of ten (to me) that’s just table turning. And as a hard nosed Geordie Boy I’m not the most chivalrous bloke either. But there’s something very vulgar about a male using his physical strength to dominate a female. I have no concept of what goes through a mans head when he looks into the eyes of a female he has just hit, kicked, punched or beaten up. If, (as a married man with three daughters, three sisters and six grand daughters) I had raised my hand to one of my family I don’t think I’d even be able to look at myself in the mirror let alone into her eyes.

It’s very tempting to use swear words to express the disgust I feel for the boy who beat up my grand daughter, even though doing so would make this essay far easier to write. But I won’t; I’ll just think those. But I hope that the fairer sex of our world don’t see males like that as the norm because most men feel exactly the same way that I do that being violent towards women is shameful.

I hope this little blog gets a few ‘likes’ from the male community out there as a show of support and encouragement to all women who suffer or have suffered violence at the hands of a male.