The generation gap
My parents have been visiting the last few days and the emotional and mental support has been a welcome relief.
They’ve been very reassuring about how well we’re doing and how content the baby looks and it’s reinforced the thought that this whole parenting adventure/ordeal is as much about confidence as it is ability.
Something did come up in one conversation which had a profound impact and wasn’t expected at all. My mum commented on how involved I was, (wifey has been quite I’ll so I’ve had to be very hands on with everything), and my dad agreed, and said it made him feel ashamed of the lack of involvement he had in my early years.
This really took me by surprise, I’ve always thought wonderfully of my dad and wouldn’t change anything about him for the world, and it was difficult seeing him admit such a regret to me.
Times were very different when I was a baby and I understand that completely. I do sometimes forget though just how much the world has changed in the last 30+ years, especially what is now socially acceptable / the norm, and wonder what life will be like 30 years from now.
- Hat tip to Brighton Dad for the thought behind blogging this.
- Sane level “two” as I got fully vomited over this evening and was already tired and frustrated with the day…