This evening after dinnertime, saying goodbye to their mummy time, bathtime and storytime I put Keela down to bed, covered her with her blanket, and gave her a kiss. She asked for one more hug. I picked her up and gave her a huge hug, and her arms were around my neck.
‘Daddy. I love you. And your beard is tickly but it’s nice because it’s Daddy’s beard. So that’s ALL good.’
I have no idea where my children pick up phrases like ‘all good.’ Oh heck. Next they’ll be saying something’s ‘bang tidy’ soon.
From the next room I hear;
‘Daddy Daddy I need to tell you something!’
I open the door and put my head in.
‘Night night Tiernan. It’s bedtime.’
‘But Daddy, I need to tell you a bedtime story.”
‘Okay Tiernan. How does it go?’
‘You need to sit on my bed.’
I walk into the room and sit on the edge of Tiernan’s bed.
‘Sure thing Mr Storyteller. I’m ready.’
‘Once upon a time there was Daddy and Tiernan and Keela and we went to the supermarket and daddy bought EVERYTHING and in the supermarket there was a pirate with a hook and a shark. And the shark tried to eat us and the pirate tried to hurt us but Daddy and Tiernan and Keela all sang a song, and then the shark ate the pirate and the shark really liked the song and so the shark became our friend and he came home with us and lived in a pond in the garden and he was really nice. And they all lived happily ever after.’
‘Thank you Tiernan, that’s very lovely of you. I can’t remember the last time someone told me a bedtime story. It must’ve been when I was a very little boy. Perhaps tomorrow night you can tell that story to Keela. She might like it.’
‘That’s okay Daddy. Now YOU sleep well Daddy.’
Tiernan gave me a kiss.
‘Night night sweet dreams and I love you Daddy.’
‘Night night sweet dreams and I love you too Tiernan. Always.’
To say I’ve missed them just doesn’t do it justice.
Thanks for reading.