I said to T yesterday, ‘shall we go and see Grandma and Grandad?’ his response was an excited, ‘oooh!’ He loves going to see my parents; he literally shakes with excitement at the prospect of it.
As much as I wanted to see my parents, I had an ulterior motive for going too. My Dad is amazing at fixing stuff, and little T’s favourite new toy wasn’t working properly. I had contacted the company who they said they would replace it with a toy of equal value, but unfortunately no longer made the same toy.
As soon as we arrived my Dad and brother immediately dismantled the toy and got to work. They worked on the patient for about half an hour before sadly declaring it to be beyond repair.
Even though he couldn’t fix the toy, Dad is still T’s hero. I’ve mentioned before how they adore each other. It’s so lovely to see T running over to my Dad wanting to be picked up. As soon as he’s in his arms he points to the kitchen and growls, meaning he wants Dad to make a coffee with his special machine that makes a ‘grrr’ noise as the coffee comes out. Dad ends up drinking twice as much coffee when T’s around!
I love that T is going to grow up to be so close to his grandparents. My parents are amazing people who would do anything for their family. Although he worked long hours to support the family when I was growing up, my Dad was always there when I needed him to be.
I remember staying up into the early hours as a teenager talking to him about anything and everything. He really listened to me and spoke to me like an adult, even though I was going through my ‘little sh*t’ phase at the time. Him and my Mum were my biggest cheerleaders; they always had my back. I couldn’t have asked for more supportive parents.
My Dad is the most intelligent man I know. He has an awesome sense of humour, even if this does often manifest itself through ‘Dad jokes.’
If I can be half the parent my Dad is, I’d be absolutely thrilled, and T would be one lucky little boy.