Sunday was fathers day in Australia. The very first fathers day for Ni and one he spent in the surf and on the beach miles away from the little girl that made this day mean something to him. For such a young family we have already spent an awful amount of time apart. Ni in one place and Bo and I in another. It’s not easy, but it is for the greater good and soon enough (fingers crossed) the visas will go through and by the end of the year we will be together, and will be free to travel together from place to place without worry.
We talk a lot about what it is to be a mother. About how hard it is, how rewarding it is… the challenges. We don’t hear as many stories about (or from) fathers. There are a few wonderful dad blogs out there. My favourite has just been discontinued. It was a really honest, thoughtful blog from an awesome dad about his gorgeous family (and AMAZING garden). You can check it out here. It’s over now though, and I’m in search of another awesome daddy blog… do you have any suggestions?
We spent our fathers day with my father and my siblings and their children. Bo didn’t know the significance of the day, but when we hooked up Skype for our nightly chat with her Abah, she sat quietly in front of the computer without doing her usual seek-and-destroy attack on the keyboard. And then dutifully showed off her new tricks for her dad, whilst he watched and laughed and cheered (as she pulled her self up, and walked along holding on to the side of the couch here), sandy and windswept from his favourite spot on the beach.
Happy (belated) fathers day. We love you Ni and we couldn’t do any of it without you. Thank you for being ours.