That’s my girl…
My daughter Natasha in action for her club side, Hornets (Weston-super-Mare).
My daughter Natasha in action for her club side, Hornets (Weston-super-Mare).
It’s lovely seeing kids enjoy something. Laughing and playing, with all of the innocence of youth etc. That joy ratchets up a notch or three when it’s your own kids, and you witness first hand their enjoyment of an activity or whatever it may be. So, imagine then the dismay, when something that has brought an immense amount of pleasure for a number of reasons over a number of years starts having the opposite effect. Very simply…I see my lad doing something reluctantly that he used to do without question and full of joy, and that makes me sad and want to know why.
One of the beauties of having several children, is that they are all so different from each other. Watching each of them grow up and interact with the world around them is fascinating in each case. As a parent, one’s relationship with each of them is rewarding for both the same and different reasons as a result of that individuality. Whilst they are all different however, they are after all the components of a whole. The dynamic is very noticeably different when one is not there, as has been seen of late with our eldest moving away to university. I’ve written a few things on this blog about my pride in my kids…three out of four of them so far. So, it’s more than high time I finished this off and spoke about the youngest of the brood, Imogen Frances Foley.
In my previous post about parental pride, I spoke about my daughter Natasha and her passing all her GCSEs, and about how that got her into her intended college course at SGS Filton:
A week after her older sister achieved 4 fine passes in her A-Levels that saw her secure a place at her chosen university, Thursday 24th August was GCSE results day for Natasha, my 16 year old daughter.
On 27th August 1999, I became a parent for the first time. Charlotte Grace Foley, weighing 7lbs 13oz, arrived in Room 7 of Medway Maritime Hospital’s delivery ward early on a Friday evening.