The Bobby Dazzler

It’s Father’s Day again. Time for the legendary sausage sandwich with brown sauce for breakfast.  Home-made cards after a rare sleep in.  There will probably be a new book, I’m sure Zombie Apocalypse will get some air time. The kids and I have been getting things ready for the big day. And I’m going to write a bit about their Daddy.

Sometimes, my kids ask me questions about my first husband.  Or ex-boyfriends.  There are photos of these people around the place, it’s not a hidden part of my past.  My mother, if she were here, would probably roll her eyes  “Oh, Rachel! For heaven’s sake, don’t write about all that!”.  Horrified.  But I’m not ashamed. My ‘History of Men’ is very much a part of who I am and I am not much of a life story editor.  The cutting room floor would be littered with things I’d want to pick up again and say Remember when…?  My husband and close family sometimes tease me about the number of volumes in my ‘History of Men’! They can laugh all they like. Every single one of those relationships was important and taught me something.  Some of those relationships changed the course of my life. I don’t regret meeting those men or loving them.  So when my kids ask questions like,
“Why aren’t you still with that person?”
my answer is always the same:
“They weren’t supposed to be your Daddy.
I had to search for a long time to find the one who was supposed to be your Daddy”.

They are always satisfied with that answer. They know I picked them the right one.

(Here he is, during the rugby, doing double duty as a beanbag).

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He came to fatherhood late.  It hadn’t been on the radar during his first marriage, but when he got together with me he knew that kids were a non-negotiable part of the equation.  We surprised ourselves by being a bit quick off the mark… Bee came along rather rapidly after we bought our first house and before we were married. I sported an bodacious breast feeding cleavage in that wedding dress, all thanks to our early arrival!   I think the hubster was quite happy with that. Then, three years later, Zed joined us.  When I eventually saw a cardiologist, he was surprised to learn I had two children.  “Well,” he said “I do hope you are happy with two because I don’t recommend any more.  If I had seen you earlier I would have advised against it altogether”.  So we are conscious of how lucky we are to have them.  Two beautiful kids.  Our pigeon pair.  But it is fair to say that when Bee was a baby, during the early, difficult introduction to parenthood, my hubster didn’t cope well with the drastic change in lifestyle.  Bee’s stratospheric scream lasered right in on his amygdyla.  And his primitive self would bellow back.  He found it really hard.  And yet there were times; he bathed her every night and lay down on the carpet to do baby exercises with her. I remember watching him with wonder, pacing up and down the hallway with her some nights.  He would sing her the same song every time, he said it was the only one he knew the words to.  Away in a Manger.  Bags under his eyes and hair all mussied up. Then the careful transfer of a sleeping Bee into her cot before the blissful drop onto his own.

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By the time Zed came along, Bee had turned him into a bit of a pro at the Daddy thing. He had begun to prize the parts of parenting that were his domain.  And he had discovered that kids were a fantastic excuse to build a train set. I am sure we sport the largest geotrax collection in this country.  The kids even get to play with it, sometimes!  Because he is a bit of a workshop wonder, he’s even wired headlights onto the engines, for night drives.  He can turn his hand to most things and loves to wander through Bunnings, dreaming of the next project. He has cleaned up sick, wiped up poop, cooked breakfasts (best egg poacher and pancake afficionado in the whole universe), lunches (he’s a toasted sandwich, sausage rolls and noodling hero). And dinners, too. They equate yummy with Daddy being in the kitchen.  They equate comfort with themselves being inside his warm embrace.

Yesterday, that Daddy performed the kata for me in his undies, to show me what Zed learned at the dojo (it was a great show, but I digress).  I love that he never misses a chance to be there for Zed and he is Bee’s staunchest supporter.  He is a lego master builder, a horse-jump adjuster, a ten man cheer squad all in one booming voice box. He is a home-stay-student hugger,  a family driver, a miniature stables builder, a problem solver and a fixer upper.  There’s only one word for it. When I was growing up, my Mum had an old-fashioned moniker for Dad when she was impressed with something he’d done.  It’s a term that has trickled down into my own family’s vernacular.  And my babies’ daddy?  I’m proud to say he’s a Bobby Dazzler.

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Every morning, my Bobby D gets up and makes breakfast for the kids.  The morning routine falls entirely to him while I flounder into a new day. He is adept at knowing the details of which uniform pieces are required each day, it is him that reminds the kids about whether they have packed the various bits and pieces they will need.  I lie in bed and hear him chatting and laughing with them over breakfast, or issuing the tenth exasperated request for someone to do something.  And then he opens my curtains so I can see the world; brings me a cup of tea.  He’ll run through the list of things he has done, because he knows that I will worry that he has missed something. He’s such a great Dad to those kids of ours, even though his job is bigger than most daddies. Even though the mummy he chose for his kids is a bit of a compromised control freak sometimes.

Happy Father’s Day honey.  You were worth the search.  Thanks for being such a good Daddy.

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16 thoughts on “The Bobby Dazzler”

  1. That’s a gorgeous post Rachel, brought a huge lump on my throat. I’d love….LOVE…. to be able to write words like you, so meaningful and expressive and straight from the heart. Simply beautiful, and how lucky are your kids to have these memoirs to cherish forever. Well done x

    1. Thanks Victoria. Your words are beautiful ….those ones you wrote just there meant a lot to me! Thanks for being so encouraging. Sometimes I feel like it is pure self indulgence to write. It feels good to know that it touches people sometimes. We are so lucky to have good men. X

  2. To the world you may be one person,
    But to one person you may be the world.

    So glad your Bobby D is your world and you are his. It means a lot to us too far away to know, with him, our Rach is okay.
    X

  3. Just to say thanks for the EXTRA effort on Father’s Day – despite everything it was the best one ever. Perhaps I can persuade you to have a sausage sandwich on Mother’s Day too.

  4. This was such a great post! You could feel the love! hehehehe and I love the ‘bobby dazzler’ moniker – its a ripper! Hope you all had a lovely day together!

  5. Wow! Sausage sandwich with brown sauce! That would go down a treat in our house I’m sure. What a lovely tribute. He sounds like a top bloke. I especially love that he gives you a rundown of the things he’s done. Maybe you can persuade him to do a guest post on Mother’s Day?

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