I never wanted kids. My parents split 4 days after my 5th birthday & I grew up not really knowing my dad. Was stereotyped at school (single parent family) bullied & generally treated like shit for most of my school years – I just never wanted to impose that on any other human being.
Spent my formative years earning a decent living (not so thick after all) and spending it all on travel, booze, women & other ‘pastimes’. Work took a hold & I got fully immersed in the whole corporate world of bulls**t & partying until I met mrs Nobby. After a few years we decided kids might be a good idea and Jr was born.
Elation! No feeling on earth like it. Then, at his 6 week check up, we hear that there are some concerns over his heart function – test followed test, followed test only to be told he has a congenital heart condition. I kinda cope ( glass half full disposition) but mrs Nobby’s world falls off a cliff & she ends up in a very dark place.
Me being me, I treat every day with him as (potentially) his last and here we are 11 years later with me exhausted & him riding kids races at events like 24/12, swimming like a fish& running cross country in all weathers with the other grammar school boys.
It’s been a decade of ups and downs but it has been an incredible, educational, eventful and, ultimately, fulfilling times which I wouldn’t swap for anything.
Folk often ask how we cope with but the fact is , he is who he is, he makes us proud and I honestly believe he is my greatest achievement in life.
I still remember my best mate giving me a piece of blank paper when Jr was born – he gave me one month to list all of the aspects of my life t hat hadn’t changed. A month later I gave him back the same blank piece of paper & bought him a pint. As has been said, every single aspect of my existence was better – even if I had to start riding at 4 am post-feed.