One of the biggest surprises of my adult life has been the transformation of my busy, grumpy, Dad into a doting grandfather. My Dad who never had any interest in babies. Who never once asked me when or if I intended to produce grandchildren. My Dad who, while I love him to bits, wasn’t very engaged in my day to day life when I was young.
|My Dad, letting a 13 month old G-Girl catch a nap on his lap.|
|Hanging out at work with G-Girl.|
In the last four years he has surprised me by being the most attentive and amazing grandfather. Prior to having G-Girl I would never have guesses that my father would go completely gaga over a wee babe. From when she was like 4 or 5 months old he has rocked her, held her, sang entire Beatles albums to her, patiently taught her to play his drum set, even going to far as to special order her a special pair of toddler drumsticks. He has sat and watched hockey games with her, sat and watched childrens shows and Disney movies with her, cooked her breakfast, fed her dinner, played with her, read to her. He even learned sign-language to communicate with her when she was little. Things that, to be honest, he didn’t do with myself or my siblings when we were small.
|Pipi helping G-Girl play the drums.|
|Holding a newborn Baby-G.|
My dad has had a lot of health complications lately, and it’s been on my mind… I love my Dad and I want him to be here for many years to come. I also want my daughter to have more then 3 years of memories of him. I worry that she won’t remember him, and how much he loves her, loves both my girls. To me it would be the saddest thing ever if she didn’t remember what an amazing grandfather she has.
I hope you all had a great Father’s Day weekend, and that you got to spend some time with the Dads in your life.