I’ve never been a heavy drinker. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t, throughout many stages of my adult life, enjoyed a stiff cocktail to take the edge off a difficult day.
When I first became a father to boy-girl twins, that all stopped. I could barely find time to shower, let alone organise a trip to the bottle shop. So I replaced the bourbon with babies and the two glasses of Pinot Grigio with a double pram.
At least, for a while.
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Then my babies stepped firmly into the Terrible Twos. And with it, a desire resurfaced to relax after a long day of parenting with a cold drink in my hand. I didn’t overanalyse it. I just fell back into my old routine. That was, until a few weeks ago.
My daughter, Stella, walked into the kitchen and saw me holding a drink while I was cooking dinner. She stopped, looked up, and pointed to my glass. I asked, “What, sweetie?” And she replied with, “No Stella. Dada’s drink. No Stella”.
She knew. Just from looking at it, she knew.
So I poured out the glass, changed the subject, and realised I had found myself stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or in my case, a Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks.
Should I be drinking in front of my kids?
And why hadn’t I thought about our policy before this very moment?
It’s a complicated issue.
On one hand, I don’t believe that my behaviour is inappropriate. I’m legally and responsibly enjoying a beverage in the comfort of my home.