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Sunday Column (121)

This week had many facettes to it. One cleary was Glastonbury. A festival in the UK. The UK doesn’t really strike me as the best country to have a festival due to the weather. However, despite the muddy start, then the sunny weekend, it seems that the community that goes to Glastonbury grows each year. It is THE festival in the UK. With the BBC covering some acts on TV.

I actually watched part of the U2 gig and was quite impressed. I am personally not a person that likes open air concerts or festivals for that matter. Not my cup of tea. I prefer a hotel over a tent, a classical music hall over a field. But we are all different.

A few years ago I have been very interested in Woodstok, the big music festival in 1969. And, living in the US at the time, I was torn between the attraction of “being a hippie” or “being a soldier in the Vietnam War“. What is better?

This is not a question which can be answered with either or. Something I only found out years later. It is not about one ideology or another. Life is about your own personality and what you make of it. And some of it can be serving your country and be proud of the servicemen that do. And I am. And I am still fascinated that if in the US a soldier is sitting in restaurant, someone else would pick up the bill to show their appreciation. I don’t think that happens anywhere in Europe.

And some of the ideology can come from the hippies, like having children, sharing the love, being open minded and grow your own vegetables. Easy Rider was a great movie that inspired me back in the days. Those “wanna be hippies” that are tough at the same time. They ride a bike and have fun but are not accepted by the general public. Hey, why would they have to be accepted? But society is more black and white than myself I guess, or most people I know for that matter.

I am not sure what I want to say here, but maybe looking at my kids each day I am thinking that I want them to be one thing or another. Basketball or Rugby players. Or maybe scientists or doctors. But do I really?

No, I want my boys to be our kids. I want them to have an open mind, enjoying festivals or classical music. Hotel rooms or tents. I want them to be themselves, free from any stigmas or ideologies put upon them. Important is that you bring them up to be nice to others, look after themselves and others, be honest, helpful, and good kids. The rest they will do themselves – with some guidance though I guess.

I sometimes cannot wait to sit down in my old leather chair when I am 65 and retired to see what has become out of my boys. What their personalities look like, what they enjoy, who or if they married and whether they have kids themselves.

But more often these days I like to enjoy the moments with them. Because I don’t know where I am or if I am when I was 65. I think that is the main thing, being there for them NOW. Helping and guiding them now, no matter what. No matter what comes. That is important. Despite compromises you have to make of course, you want to be where they are, experiencing with them.

Have a great week,

Sunday Column (107)

This week showed once again how life plays with you. After coming back from Iceland, I managed to slowly catch up on sleep, get over it and go to work on Monday. Busy days, long days, few drinks, and little sleep made me very exhausted by Wednesday when life just hit us.

Rohan wasn’t right since the weekend, and Wednesday he had a temperature. Not a lot you might think, 38 degrees, but that might just be enough for a 5 week old. Instead of waiting for NHS24 to call us back, we went to hospital. Good that we did. Doctors never really tell you how worried they are but if they do every test on the planet and start to put antibiotics into your baby intravenously….then I have the feeling there is something not right. They don’t take chances with 5 week olds. They have to test it all.

Coming Thursday morning, I called in “sick” at work, e.g. I told them what was happening, that I only had about 2 hours sleep if that. Luckily I have a very caring company and a very understanding boss. I made sure to tell him too, it is fantastic that if there are family problems, you can count on your company. As the other way around, the company can always count on me. A silly comment but I think that is the way it goes. So I worked from home Thursday and Friday, whilst supervising Colin. I managed to sleep a bit as Rohan was away, and hopefully was more help to my wife at the weekend. Really, I slept 9 hours on Thursday night, after having a few glasses of vino and a great take away with the neighbours. They are great too!

Anyway, Friday morning I went back to the hospital and the difference was like night and day. No temperature, no messing about. Instead our good old Rohan drinking like there wasn’t a tomorrow, happy and chirpy. Babies just seem to catch things and shake them off again. Weird but wonderful. From one night with no sleep and thoughts of the worst case you go to a night of beauty, happiness and praise for modern medicine. We found a few things that might be wrong with him due to the 100 tests they did which means more doctor visits. But nothing overly serious. Fingers crossed.

Life is funny, isn’t it? From a relaxed Wednesday to a happy Friday with 9 hours sleep (in one night), a lot of scare and fright. All on top of your normal day and (work) load. Guess that is why you have kids, isn’t it? You know these things are hitting you. And they hit you when you least expect them, least need them. Just when you think no one is watching you enjoying life, it hits you. And you must love it. You must love your family to bounce back, to be the “man”, to be there for everyone. I hope I managed ok. I only cried twice.

Needless to say that the weekend was there to chill out. To recover, finalise nursing Rohan, giving Colin all the love he needs with mama being away….so hey, just another week I guess.

Roll on next week.

Have a good one,