So here it is.
A Daddy’s perspective
It’s an interesting place to be in, to be
reading a blog about your own Son. The
last year has been such a rollercoaster ride for this little family and to have
the trip available to muse over in a blog has been invaluable to me personally.
It is easy to forget how far we’ve come and miss the small stuff. But having
the blog gives me time to reflect on the journey we have begun. A time to stop
and smell the flowers if you like.
I wish I could paint a picture with words
the way that Gem does. Gems blog has the ability to transport you right into
the heart of our family, quite often I have been moved to tears or laughed out
loud at something funny River has done and Gem has recaptured here for everyone
to share with us. I think my blog entry will be clumsy and not as well put
together as my gorgeous fiancĂ©e. So please forgive me if this entry isn’t up to
the usual standard!
I came across this article this morning and
it moved me more than I imagined it could.
I can just imagine River in this situation
or others similar, wanting all the sweets because he would need to separate them
into piles and want to know the different colours. To others he would seem greedy, slow, backward
or selfish, but we all know different because we all have taken the time to
know River. To be honest this breaks my heart, I hate the thought of River
being misunderstood at a first glance. I want everyone to see and appreciate
how amazing he really is and to tell him so. Through knowing him I can tell
that he is going to be such a sensitive soul. Gem and I will be standing with
him for as long as we can but it is a worry that we might not always be there,
and then who will? Who will be able to tell the world what an outstanding
individual he is if we aren’t able to? Who will be able to take the time to get
to know him when the world is so fast paced and busy and people all too
frequently need to fit into slots that others dictate?
I work office hours during the week, River
sleeps well so I don’t get to see him in the morning although he is often
chatting and giggling to himself by the time I set off. (I would love to know
what he’s thinking about at these times). By the time I get home in the evening,
River is usually motoring up and down the living room at 100mph, there will be
balloons, balls, picture cards and books scattered everywhere, different piles
of similar toys will be stored under cushions. Normally in one of the chairs
will be a family of ducks, in another will be a pile of spoons, another
favourite at the moment is disposable cameras. Once River has found one of his
toys he will set himself a personal mission to find the rest of the set. River
will notice my arrival at some point and if I’m lucky he might be able to pause
for a second to acknowledge me being there before whizzing off again with a
shout and a puff of smoke. Gem and I were comparing him to the Tasmanian Devil
cartoon character the other day, I’m sure you can see why.
The weekends are our time to play together
as a family. It mainly used to involve considerable amounts of time at the
motorway bridge watching the traffic go by; another favourite would be simply
watching cars parking in a car park. But as time passes River is noticing more
of the world around him. Earlier this week we took him to a garden centre to
look at the brightly coloured fish. What captured his attention more than
anything this visit was a guinea pig. It doesn’t sound much but trust me this
is massive, a few months ago he wouldn’t even have noticed an animal if you put
him nose to nose with one.
To
me this is what it’s all about; it’s savouring every small step on the journey,
remembering and recording it in a blog for ourselves and for our friends and
family to share. The path we’re walking on might have a different destination
but that doesn’t mean it has to be any less pretty. We share this blog because
we want to share River with you. We want the world to learn how blessed we are
that we’re his parents and how much richer our world is when we get to amble it
at an albeit slower pace with a boy named River.