My six-year-old son Ben knows I write books, but can’t understand why I don’t write Star Wars books.
Recently, he has become more interested in my life when I was “little”. He is especially excited about the days when his three-year-old sister “didn’t exist”, a state of affairs he would love to see replicated today.
He wants to hear about the houses I lived in, the toys I played with, the people I knew. While it’s difficult to get into the details of your earlier life when your ex-wife is now engaged to your brother, I answer him as honestly as I can.
As he lies in bed at night, I tell him about parks and playgrounds, broken bones and street games, the grandfather he never knew.
Talking to my son has uncovered buried memories of my late father lying next to me, sharing the stories of his national service years. I can’t recall any of the events, only loose impressions of a firing range, an army camp, an assault course, and a signals post in a forest. It’s made me understand how much love he put into those stories, which nobody will remember now they been forgotten even by me.
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i'm a big fan of Mark Dapin's weekly column.
I wonder if this book contains references to roundabouts...
I am turning 50 in a couple of weeks and would like to share my story.It's a story of " when I am weak then I am strong".I don't think I was born with a lot of inner strength.Strength of heart, in my case at least has come from overcoming and learning from mistakes.I have in my life had most of what should be good, stolen.The first time I experienced sex was rape.My marraige was to an abusive man who after 20 yrs of trying to make it work I left lucky to still be alive, I walked out with nothing but my children. Through this I have experienced being homless,the embarrasment of court and all this at the same time trying to make everything ok for my children.I struggled and worked hard and after a few years bought our own house we could call home.6 months later I was diagnosed with breast cancer .I had a mystectomy and chemo ,all the time trying to make it ok for my children.And this is where we are ,it's 2 yrs since chemo finished and I'm still here to love , take care and make everything ok for my children,God willing.Love conquers all.When I am weak ,then I am strong.
wow, here's hoping then next fourty years are smoooooooth sailing for you and your kids.
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