It’s time for a confession – I am quite behind on content for this little website and no matter how much I keep putting sticky notes around my desk, I won’t ever find a full day where I can write solidly and catch up on everything.
So here’s my plan at restoring things to up-to-date goodness…
I have been keeping little notes about things that have happened along the way of my fatherhood roller-coaster ride. I just need to flesh out my scribbles and convert them into blog entries. It won’t be too hard, as I am one of those bizarro types that seems to remember exactly how I felt on days of significance and I carry that feeling around with me.
For example, I can still remember the feeling of pride when as a five year old, I showed my terminally-ill Poppy how I could jump over the gap between the garden beds in his backyard.
I can still remember the smell of the varnish and the smile it gave me, when I first walked into my Nanna’s coffee shop for the first time.
And I can still remember the exact keyring I smashed on the floor when I came home and learned my father had died. I am an idiot savant for emotion and irrelevant detail. So I will be perfectly fine to post-event write-up my notes of daddy life :)
So back to what I am going to do:
I promise, here and now, to leave this post up front and on show, until I am up to date. To make sure I keep myself honest (and you can too by leaving comments of prodding and nudging), this entry will be dated today, while all others will be back-dated to when they happened. This means that this entry will sit at the top of this website until I catch up to date. No hiding from my promise now! Google will cache it and I will be forever held to account on my daddy diaries ;)
You may have noticed that I’ve changed the look of this site slightly. I plan on doing some more tinkering and polishing around the edges, to build the website I’d always hoped for, and less of a mere blog.
If you have any suggestions about things you’d like to see, about fatherhood, parenting, being a man in a modern world, or the Carlton Football Club, let me know and I’ll spend some time on making it happen.
x
UPDATE:
Clearly I’ve been unable to keep my pledge – even for one week. Whilst not excusing things, it’s an indication of how busy things are at present. Having said that, if I had kept my pledge and found a couple of hours a week to keep updating my notes here, I’d be almost up to date!
I’m revising my pledge down to 2 posts per week and see how that goes. If in a month I have kept to that, I’ll push myself to the 3 originally intended.
I’ll get there one day…
Memories are a very powerful weapon / tool. If you think too much of them, then you can become a slave to them! I too have memories from my childhood. Not all good ones like you have with your poppy, but rather ones which tormented me for a very long time. I have some rippers of my dad,(your pop). Horse rides on his plaster cast,lots of bottles of coke when he worked there. I remember when things must have been so tight for my parents that when dad’s shoes were wearing out, he would cut up some cardboard & put that for the sole. The smell of the newly mown lawn, followed by the waft of B&H ciggies, then followed by the smell of newly opened bottle of beer. And all this wrapped up in the smell of my dad. No mea culpa required.