DAD PRIDE- What have you done today?

Originally posted at  http://dadpride.blogspot.co.uk/

 

Dad Pride?

 
What have you done today?
I want to thank http://dadpride.blogspot.co.uk/ for asking for my thoughts on this; the process of thinking about being a Dad is one I believe important for me. It’s tricky though isn’t it? Pride?; it is one of those words that is rather double edged, though there has been a tendency in more recent years to see it as a positive thing, a value worth savouring in ones achievements or in those of one’s countrymen particularly.(Thanks too Heather Small, London Olympics et al!) I’m not certain it was always thus. The move towards a more secular society as opposed to one based on religious teaching, where the most forceful thrust against pride was preached, may well be part of the reason, but the emancipation of the family is certainly where current and future pressure will come.
I have no recollection of my Father ever proclaiming pride specifically in my efforts or attainments as a young boy nor come to that as an adult, though I can definitely remember him rolling out the tired old expression about ‘pride coming before a fall’. When I reflect on these things today, I wonder if that is some emotionally stunted method of protecting oneself from disappointment of failure, something that certainly drove me on at school and into work , and I believe my father was always fearful  about losing the ability to provide, seeing benefit claimants as scroungers, something he would never be.
The cliché is that it was a different time and men’s acceptance of their emotional involvement in their families was not as commonplace as it is today and that is of course true to a degree. Mine, and to my memory most fathers of the time self endowed their ‘pride’ by fulfilling their role as provider, but certainly not all. The closest I can recall my father exhibiting pride in connection with me was in his ability to deliver on the promise of a new bicycle should I pass the exam to get into ‘a better school’! That was the thing, not ‘I’m proud of you son for passing the exam’ but ‘be proud of your Dad for keeping his word’. The notion that today’s man is confused about his role in the family because of the dynamics of family life doesn’t reflect that many men suffered a good deal of insecurity even then about their role. I have to make a conscious effort to not be overly influenced by my history and for years before my children came to be, I would often maintain relationships by buying ‘stuff’ to prove my love. Falling ill and losing work or the ability for a time soon taught me ‘that’ lesson.
I am as they say in the modern parlance, a ‘mature father’. I am not certain if this gives me a different perspective on the role of Dad, but certainly my own experiences as a child have significantly informed my choices as one. I am also an example of the “modern Dad” one from a failed relationship who is judged by our judicial and social care systems and to some extent our current society to be almost certainly, and regardless of information to the contrary, likely to be less effective a parent, particularly with regard to emotional development of children than the mother will be. This is our fathers legacy to us, and I hope very much one that will not persist beyond this generation.
My main focus has been that I never wished my children to feel they needed to hesitate to ask for reassurance or support in their life choices and progress nor did I ever desire the fear of failing be a reason to prevent any of them from pursuing their passions, intuitions, desires or beliefs. I hoped to find a way to provide what I felt they truly needed rather than what they wanted, so how to do it?The answer exists in the list of aspirations I set for my boys, namely ‘ask the person who is doing the thing already, they will be bound to have considered it’. So I asked the children (because they were the children), and I continue to try to find from them what the need.
I have learnt from my children by listening to them and engaging with them just what it is they really need. I have come to realise that far from wanting the latest toy, they need time with their parents. They need to talk about things and not be questioned about them, they don’t even need you to have an answer a lot of the time, and they often just need reassurance that they have found the correct one for themselves. In my own blog I wrote a piece based around an email I sent to my sons when I had been ill and unable to see them as often as we all had wished and in response to questions the boys had asked. Almost everything in that email however had been discussed with one or all boys at some point or other and rather than put things down in the form of answers I tried to let them know that these were things that I hoped for them to know and that I felt I had taken too long to learn.
I think that I have come to see being a Dad as a bit like mentoring; being a good Dad is a lot about being a good man much like a good manager often makes a good mentor. I observed senior managers often make

ridiculous assumptions about experience and knowledge without understanding that experience is not about time spent doing something but about learning from the doing, we all know of people that have worked at the same thing for years without improving it only for someone with genuine passion and interest to come a long and overtake them. They practised more; they learnt more they tried harder. Being a Dad for me takes practise, I need to think about it and try harder each time, if I don’t I can’t possibly make it as a mentor, and as a Dad, I see one of my important responsibilities to try to turn out children, who will practise longer, try harder and think more than I did.

Like http://dadpride.blogspot.co.uk/, I am disappointed by the often negative stereotyping of Dad’s in the press and media, I’m also a little disheartened with us Dad’s for not standing up for ourselves a bit more. In a world with movements in support of so many different aspects of family life,(and rightly so), including organisations to empower mothers, like “Mums net” and the positive reinforcement of Gay and Lesbian parenting models, the support for the single parent family all of which have affirmative and strong networks built up, Dad’s have a disparate group of individuals and small associations none of which seem to be supporting each other pro-actively. Is this because we come from the “STAND ON YOUR OWN TWO FEET!” school of man training? If it is then it needs to change. I struggled for years with my personal demons, never quite understanding why I couldn’t solve them all, at least temporarily; my epiphany came when I finally asked for help. The best decision I ever made rather than making me seem weaker as I had been taught to believe, it gave many around me the view that I was actually strong for seeking it out.
‘Dad Pride’ for me is about showing my boys that learning and knowledge,empathy and appreciation,     succeeding and failing, all go towards forming personal beliefs and opinion, and that it is vital for them to function as reasonable and effective contributors to the lives of others including their own families,schools,
associations,workplaces, friends, and even future Dad’s organisations, that they form thoughts,judgements and opinions with balance in all these things for all futures to be rewarding. Its about encouraging thinking,excelling at thinking, believe that thinking is a requirement, a necessity,. Embrace the task of thinking, work at it, nurture it in others as well as yourself, refine it, define it, hold it in your hands as well as your head, and keep those thoughts you have no earnest use of and share them with those who may, and write them down. Seek out different views to the ones you form, they will either persuade you in which case you learn something or they reaffirm your beliefs in which case you still learn something.
Being proud as a Dad for me is about my child coming to conclusions or decision in life situations that match those I would likely have reached in similar circumstances or even better different to mine with an ability to explain why by only using reasoning.
As much as I want to have pride in my children and for that matter my children to be proud of me, the main thing for me is that I can be proud of myself, that I did my best. It is a mantra I espouse to my lads frequently and if I want them not to remember me as a hypocrite, then I have a duty to myself and them too always work towards my best.
People talk grandly about birthright and legacy; well I believe the greatest legacy I can leave my boys is my time, our time, and this time for their lifetime.
What have I done today to make me feel proud?
Easy really; I told my sons I loved them.
©Agides

Being a Dad on Telly! (sort of!)

Yesterday was an unusual day.

It was a Bank Holiday Monday and the first without my boys that I can remember for, I think, nearly 6 years. I found myself not settling on any one thing all day. As is the way on days like this, the telly was on in the background, I was sat at my computer reworking the blog post from the previous day as I wasn’t happy with it. Blackly brooding on my benighted blog, made all the more primitive by the purple prose I had been reading on the radiant, “The Name of the Rose” blog  (please visit, it is wonderful), through my moody miasma, I became aware of  excitable voices from the television. I heard a reference to how parents talk to their children land in my ear so looked up to see what the fuss was about. It was a show called “The Wright Stuff,” I have watched it before, one of my favourite comics,@domholland appears regularly as a pundit, (I like his perspective on news items, he doesn’t come at it from the same direction as most comics), though not today. A discussion was to be had after the commercial break about those subjects seemingly to some, still taboo for certain parents to discuss with their children, namely, Politics, Sex, Religion and Money.

I say old bean! This radiovision
thingy is rather splendid! Wot!

I remember thinking how silly, are there that many parents really reticent regarding life discussions with their children? I am genuinely surprised that their own embarrassment is seen as justification for not tackling life’s difficult questions with their youngsters; I thought this is a non-subject if ever there was, but I was surprised when the pundits began to suggest that these items were potentially difficult or embarrassing. 

I know there will be those that do not feel confident doing this but access to information has never been easier and most children enjoy the process of finding out, so why not do it with them? I was so surprised that I did something I have never in my life done before, I telephoned the show! They regularly take calls, it’s part of the format, but it had never dawned on me to do this ever before.
I suppose having written a blog recently about talking with my boys, it was in my mind and the subject resonated.

So the commercial break ended and the discussion continued with one pundit very seriously suggesting that many would find it difficult. I rang the number on the screen, not expecting to get an answer as I had waited until after the break and the discussion was continuing, to my surprise a researcher did answer.
“Hello ! “The Wright Stuff” which subject would you like to comment on?”
“Ummm”, Oh dear! They caught me a bit off guard here, I didn’t think anyone really answered these calls or rang the shows to be frank, “ Ummm the ummm  one now, this one that’s ummm, you know, about parents talking to their children.” Ah!  My oh so confident and articulate self!
“Yes sir and what’s your view on the subject”?
Deep breath, “Well all I wanted to add was that I take the view with my boys, that if they are old enough and smart enough to ask the question then they are probably old enough and smart enough to get an answer, I might adjust the response depending what I think they might understand.” Phew! I think I said all that rather quickly, but I was pleased with it and now it was done I relaxed.
There was a definite pause, I presumed he was jotting down my words before saying thank you and goodbye,instead I heard, “That’s an interesting view sir, can I ask you to repeat that on air?”
“Errrr  ummm, errrr…., O.K.!” I said, the “O.K” part slightly higher pitched than usual.
“Your name sir”
“Andrew”
“and your county”
“Oh umm oh yes its, ha Greater London, sorry!”
“That’s fine thank you Andrew, if you can turn off your TV before your spoken to please”.
“O.K.”  In an almost pure baritone said I.
There is an eerie delay you hear through the phone, if you have the picture still on screen, I think there must be a 10-15 second delay built in for safety/security reasons. In any case a charming lady spoke to the host Matthew for what seemed like an age, I knew the show was about to end so suspected I would be dropped, at that thought I relaxed , Then I heard….,

“I’d like to try to fit one more in. Who have we got” said the host to the researcher.
“We have Andrew from London”
“Hi Andy, umm.. Andrew. So! what’s your take on this then?”

Breath, “Well I think if a child can ask the question then they are probably ready for an answer” Damn, I thought that’s not articulate enough!
Matthew nod’s his head once to the side and back, with a half smile on his face, “And was that the same for you growing up?”
Hold on son,
we are about to set off on
one heck of a journey

I choked a laugh, picked up by the audience and presenters and every one began to giggle.
“No! No! Not really no,” I managed to say.
“So what’s so different now” asked Matthew.
“Well I can remember being a young boy wanting answers to those questions; I just wanted to make sure that when my boys wanted to know anything they knew where to ask.”
“I think that’s a perfect note to end the show thank you Andrew and thank you everyone”

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The best part about "Being a Dad?"

“Dad?”
“Yes buddy”.
“What’s the best part of being a Dad?”
“The best PART!”
“Yeah and don’t say YOU SON! You always say that!”

I am frequently amazed by how or why some questions get asked.
The truth is that the simple answer is, “YOU SON”, the boys, they truly are the best part.
All three have now asked this question and all at about the same age, there is clearly something going on in a boys life at the age of seven or eight that has them wondering about adult life, I think its about this age they become aware that adulthood is an inevitability and they better start learning about it, they become self aware, conscious that they grow physically and change.

Is it the Football Dad?

“Seriously Dad.! Is it the football?”
“The Football?”
“Yeah, you always come to the games, you got us all into teams, you drive us to all the games you cheer louder than the other Dads, you take us to buy new boots, you even help sometimes with coaching and stuff, is that the best part about being a Dad, like when we win or score?”

Okay let’s see, Is it Football?

What’s not great about that? The belly in tumult at the notion they might get hurt during this, what is often the  first great solo excursion on lifes journey, or they might not enjoy it or the coach might not want them, or they might not get on with the other children, or he takes a ball full in the face and bursts into tears, or maybe he just bursts into to tears because he doesn’t like it, or he waves to you when its his turn in goal only for the ball to fly past him as he’s telling you how cool it all is, and that was just enough to start him crying and not wanting to be in goal, and then theres the untied shoelace that he stops to tuck in his boot because he doesn’t know how to tie football laces up because they are so long and right at the moment the ball is heading towards him with no one else around and an open goal, so he goes to kick it and trips over the lace, and then falls to the ground, and skins his knee, and  yours is the child that kicks another one or even worse kick his own teammate, or sits down in the middle of the game in the centre circle sulking, or walks off during the game because he spotted the swings on the other side of the park, and they look like more fun, or that dog next to that man just so needs to be stroked right now or none of the boys understand how this is supposed to work so all game long all you see this phalanx of a dozen, 5 year olds all running in the same direction, like a Benny Hill skit  including the boy who is supposed to be in goal, and the opposition, trying to kick it away and missing, desperate to be the one to kick the ball, not one having any sense of “position” it’s about kicking the ball Dad! or they lose 15 goals to nil, or your son is the one that called the referee stupid just loud enough to be heard and get sent off,or he’s the substitute again, or he missed an open goal or the one with the wrong socks or it’s freezing cold and you have no jacket and he needs your gloves and you can’t feel your toes or its so hot you sweat standing still and you’ve forgotten the water bottles and his nose is burnt and so is yours and the youngest is bored and doesn’t want to watch and eats all the jaffa cakes that were meant for the team at halftime and then he feels sick and throws up on your shoes during the second half or  he ‘s the one that wants to go home or the one that needs a wee or, Oh No! Not a number 2 buddy ! Please no! the games just started !

It’s the Memories Buddy!

Oh my god this isn’t worth it! Is it?

More than worth it.

The best part? The Memories we have and the memories to come!
What you have given me until now and what you will give me in the future

YOU are the best part about being a Dad my sons!

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Boys, Beef and Tomatoes

You know how every now and again  you set about making your world famous chili , lasagna  or spag-bol, but no matter how many times you make it and regardless of whether you used exactly the same ingredients as last time, it always comes out just a little bit different every single time? What is that all about? I know I did it the same last time! Didn’t I?

The really wonderful thing about this is, even though it’s different each time, everyone still really likes it! Phew! Thank goodness for that, they’re my best recipes.

I have three boy’s, same mum, same me, so why is it despite all you learn about life and family, is it still a source of gob smacking amazement just how different 3 boys with the same parents and upbringing can be from each other? Can’t be all that different can they? Oh yes they can!

Apart from differences in age the boys are as different as my three best mince and tin tomato based dishes.

I wonder if I can sell them?

L.. is 13; he is a very serious guy but a real talker. Older in his attitudes than a Tory initiative, he asks serious questions like the one from the last posting. He works, really hard, he has a paper round at weekends’, helps in a shop once a week, and sweeps a car park twice a week, he gave the newsagent his number and covers any absence on week day rounds, getting up very early to do it, and he’s a bit of an entrepreneur. He washes your car for a fee and recently decided there was money in dog walking so advertised his services on the local Gumtree (to be fair an idea he nicked from a cousin, but still!), very enterprising and very lucrative too! He loves people, plays soccer for an u14’s team, (he’s a lefty so nearly always plays), he cycles miles at a time, and thinks nothing of cycling 8-10 miles, regularly doing just that to visit a cousin, who has never done the same. He is, to coin a phrase “as fit as a butchers dog”. He’s the fulcrum of teenage events, everyone knows him and it seems likes him, he’s “one of the guys”. He is good at school, not Einstein, but consistent and at a good level in most subjects and in one or two very good indeed. Despite all this though he does lack just a little in self confidence at times, for the sake of the world and Richard Branson, maybe not such a bad thing.


Drawn age 8

S…. is 9; he is quiet, intense and can concentrate better than a juice extraction factory. I’ve not met a child that can focus so intently for so long. His passion is insects but his interests include all of nature, and anything that fly’s, writing about all these and drawing them as well, in extraordinary detail sometimes. He reads voraciously and is in love with knowledge, (at the moment it’s White Fang by Jack London). His questions invariably have me scuttling to Google to maintain the guise of the all knowing Dad! He has taught

me so much about so many things, I can remember at the age of 3 he could identify and name 50+ dinosaurs from a book originally bought for his older brother, and pronounce them correctly as well! He sends me messages about his latest finds and emails his drawings of spiders and is now, he informs me with significant conviction, writing the definitive book on insects living in his neighbourhood! I have no idea where he gets it from! He is a gentle boy, full of love and never afraid to show it, he takes enormous care over everything, biting the end of his tongue as he works away on his latest passion but is very content in his own company. He loves cooking with me and is remarkably adventurous with his food, genuinely keen to try everything even wanting to try deep fried grasshoppers last summer! I drew the line at that as he couldn’t catch enough for everyone to have some, Thank goodness!
See those tree’s Dad?
I can climb them. I can!

C…. well he’s 8; he is “THE HUMAN DYNAMOHHH!” This boy would leave Chuck Norris begging for mercy if he was his sitter. He is a Boy with a capital B every time. This child wastes no time, if something’s in the way, go through it, it takes too long to go round. His life is about experience, he does everything physical with full out gusto, when he runs its as fast as he can every time, if he’s jumping its higher every time, if he’s climbing (Oh boy! and he does climb!), it’s further than anyone ever! Everything about his life is Fun and he has the most incredible imagination, this of course means he tells the most outstanding stories about his adventures, they’re based in truth but somehow the hill down the lane from the house becomes a mountain and the pond becomes a lake, cats are always as big as tigers and the time he saw a fox it turned into Sirius Blacks animagus but bigger and SPIDERS! Ha! He winds his brother up all the time saying he’s found a bigger spider than him! The scale of his world is breathtaking, I adore it. I get raised eyebrows from some for letting him explore the world at his age,(I’ve been letting him for a while) but to be honest the world he inhabits is his and he is King of it so, off you go my liege. He’s the leader of the gang and has a knack for drawing other quieter children out of themselves having made one wee man near here a very different boy by befriending him, much to his mum’s delight. He knocks at the door every weekend asking for him even though he knows it’s every other, it is very cute.

OK so let’s admit this, C….s’ lust for life is a problem to some, it has gotten him on the wrong side of school teachers, and academically he is by the standard measures at least, “behind”. They tell me he suffers from A.D.H.D. I tell them he doesn’t suffer at all, he loves life and some of us could learn a lot from him if we just took time to accommodate instead of try to change him. I get told off for that a lot. So I say fine he Approaches Days with Healthy Disrespect! I’m not trying to diminish this I just love how he embraces freedom and life and wish I was more like him, come to think of it; I wish EVERYONE was just a bit more like him! 
My three best “dishes” feed my soul, my mind, my dreams, my hopes, my life and I never feel empty when they’re around, I would like that to be more often and as I improve so do the chances. Here’s hoping!
Gotta Love ‘em!

©Agides 

Being a Dad " What did you wish you knew Dad?"

I should have said before, I am a Dad. 
Not sure how good a Dad but I try. I wish I was better and more than anything I wish I spent far more time with my 3 remarkable boys. Oh yeah,I forgot!, like so many others I am divorced from their mum, and she has them for the bulk of time.
A month or so ago I got into a funk about not seeing them more, I realised my MH meant it wasn’t possible but I decided I should try to do something about it. 
Hello! Can you dig me out now Guys!
The Boy’s came to visit and we talked about how we could talk to each other more, like most modern boys they have mobiles and laptops, so we set up email accounts for each so I could write things to them as a team or as individuals.( We have a thing called “Team *family name* when we do shared chores, where each of us has one part to do like washing up, one washes one dry’s one puts away , that sort of thing)
Most of these will stay personal but I thought I’d put a few on to the blog, to show how hard I am trying to keep away the moisture that becomes the smog.
My oldest boy who is 13 asked me that day “What did you wish you’d  known when you were little that you know now?”
Crikey! (as we English are prone to saying.) 
We talked for about an hour with my 9 yr old and 8 yr old boys joining in over a strawberry milk. Middle son “I bet you wish you knew about all the different types of ants there are eh Daddy!”  “Oh yes buddy, I really do.” ( I don’t need to know now because he tells me!). ” Do you wish you could ride your bike to your friends house like I do Dad?” That’s my 8yr old talking. “Well I did like to do that but not as much as you do!” 
My eldest has learnt to be patient with all this and was very quiet after the first few minutes of asking and being interrupted. It seemed important to him I could tell, but I wasn’t sure why. We talked quietly after the 2 youngest drifted away to their respective “things” but like many young men he didn’t seem to want to explain why he was interested.
Rain does not stop play!
Our day moved on and before they went I promised to write them each an email almost every day. I’ve kept a pretty good strike rate up, not every day but several times a week at least, not always a lot, sometimes a link to a web site or video or a one line message, but  a few days after they had been I sat thinking about the eldest and decided I should try to answer him.
I thought hard about this and I will be honest searched the web for inspiration. Lot’s had stuff that was useful but nothing that seemed to answer to my boy specifically, so I jotted a lot of things down and came up with the following. 
I sent it to all 3 but my eldest was the one who texted me back an hour or so later. (“Thanks Dad! That’s well cool!)
The following is what I sent and thanks to all on the interweb that inspired it.

These things that I’d like you to know more than anything else:

YOU! Are more than good enough. Okay! 
Most people are afraid to do things because they are afraid they’re not good enough, afraid they’ll get it wrong. But YOU are good enough — learn that and you won’t be afraid of new things, you won’t be afraid to get it wrong, won’t need the approval of others. You’ll be pre-approved —> by you. (and me of course!:0))
Make mistakes! Get it Wrong Sometimes!
Your mistakes will be your best teachers. Instead of being frightened of mistakes, learn to enjoy them, laugh at them, but  learn to learn from them, and learn to put them behind you quickly, you don’t need them to affect your confidence, okay? You don’t need someone else to make you happy with your choices. You don’t need a teacher to tell you that you’re great at what you do. You don’t need a boyfriend/girlfriend to tell you that you’re lovable. You don’t need your friends’ approval. Having loved ones and friends in your life is amazing, find them, keep them, cherish them, but know who you are first.
Have fun being active
Sure, there’s a lot of fun to be had online and in eating sweets and chips, and in watching Telly and films and playing video games. But going outside and playing with your friends,(or me! :)) throwing a ball around, swimming, climbing something, challenging each other these are even more fun and leads to a healthier life, healthier heart, and more energetic, better focused and more alert mind.
Learn compassion
Okay I know you want what you want. Having compassion is about realising we are not more important than everyone else, and we are not the centre of the universe. Someone annoys you? So what! Get over it! Get outside of your little shell, and try to see how their day is going. How can you help them be less angry, or to suffer from less pain? Think about putting the other man first but don’t ignore your needs and remember a need is not a want!
Never stop learning. 
If you just learn one little something each day, it will add up over time immensely. Never assume you know and never ever be afraid to ask a question, there is no such thing as a “stupid question” ! If you don’t know ASK! and if someone tells you it’s stupid, remember it means they were too scared to ask for that reason and one day will miss out because they didn’t ask! Stay in education as long as you possibly can, the friends you make in college will last longer than any others you make.
Everything you need to be happy you already have
Some people think happiness is in food, drugs, alcohol, shopping, partying, sex, because these things make them happy, they’re wrong. They don’t realise happiness is not what you do it’s what you are. Inside you, you already have:  the ability to make and create  and do something meaningful, even in a small way that’s what happiness is.

Spend less than you earn
Try to save £30 out of every £100 you earn. Everybody that gets a job immediately starts to spend, on a car, rent or mortgage, buying possessions and eating out using credit cards. None of those matters as you grow. Don’t spend it if you don’t have it. Learn to go without, and be happy with less. Learn the difference between need and want. Let the money you earn grow, care for it like everything else in your life, your future will be very pleased you did and will thank you, I promise.
Learn to love healthy food.
 Learn to cook for yourself. (Isn’t it great when we cook together?) Try foods that are new,healthy, different. Cook from scratch it’s healthier and much less expensive as we have proved many times. Try everything at least once. You cannot know until you try. (Do I need to remind you? No thought not! ;))

Do not avoid discomfort get good at it!
Trying to avoid discomfort is very common, but I’ve learnt that’s a mistake. Learning to be OK with some discomfort will change your life. (Remember the camping holiday? Wasn’t that the best fun we ever had?)The things that stress you out don’t matter, they really don’t, let them go. Take a larger view: will this matter tomorrow or next week? Most likely the answer is no. If the answer is yes, deal with it. REMEMBER! Do the thing the first opportunity you get!
Savour everything about life
Not just the usual stuff, but everything and everyone, the stranger on the bus, the sunshine on your face, the quiet in the morning, time with loved ones, time alone, the sounds of your breath as you run. Slow down sometimes, take time to think and relax, Read a Book, clear your mind occasionally. If you have to make the same journey every day, make your mind up to notice something different every day on that trip, it is possible if you really try, it might be a new bird, or flower, a loose tile on a roof, a hole in a field, who knows ? but look and think about looking, pay attention to your surroundings, they matter.
At least once in your life start your own business.
I always thought that owning a business was what other people did. I was wrong. It’s possible for anyone to start their own business, and while you’ll probably do badly at first, you’ll learn quickly. It’s a very effective education possibly as good as college. Everything useful I’ve learnt was learnt from doing. That said; I’ve had some amazing teachers. They’re not always in school, though: they’re everywhere. A friend I made at work my parents, friends, brothers, sisters, grandparents, uncles and aunts my wife, even you, my children. Teachers are everywhere, if you’re willing to learn. Realise everyone has the potential to teach you something even if it’s how not to do something!
Change is good: – Learn to be good at change
Change is the one thing you can guarantee will happen. Learn to let go of “things”, and learn to have a flexible mind. Don’t get stuck doing what’s comfortable, don’t shut out what’s new or uncomfortable. Accept change and it will be better for you, it’s a part of life, go with it and relax you might just find you like it.
Let life be amazing 
Life can be amazing if you don’t shut it out. Other people are amazing. Be willing to take the hurt that sometimes comes with an open heart, and you will experience the best in life.
Success is cool but not a good rule to live by unless it’s about success in love and family. Love your family, friends, co-workers, strangers, your brothers and sisters, humanity. Love even those who think they’re your enemy let them make that choice though, you must never do so. Love the animals we treat as food and friends. Most of all, love you. There is a song by a man called George Benson called “The Greatest Love of All” download it and learn the words by heart, okay?
And always know this; no matter what: 

l LOVE YOU WITH
EVERY ATOM OF MY BEING!
DAD 🙂
©AgideS

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The Soul – Duh ! (Born of today’s England)

 ENGLAND’S DREAMING?

Apologies to Rupert Brooke,
Before you cry think of only this for free
That there are some corners of a child’s mind
That are forever failed by family. There shall be
In these once rich minds a sickened brain congealed
A mind of loins bore, shaped, made to despair,
gave, once, mans prejudices to love, his ways to follow;
A child of parents breathing poisoned air,
washed by ignorance, “blest” by sons of sorrow.
And think, this child all evil led astray,
A pulse in the perverted mind, un-bless
gives back somewhere the pain of parents given
their frights and hounds; ‘mares sad as the grey
and violence learned of fiends; and hatefulness,
in hearts at pace; under an England striven.
©Agides 

Seeing through the Smog.


Oh God not another self indulgent, woe is me, bloody blog about the D-word! 

Well yes and hopefully no. It is of course about me,my thoughts, ideas, influences and one of the things that I am, is a person that, like many others . suffers from mood swings. I know that many will suffer more and many more will suffer less. I know some will care deeply and others care less. I just felt that 4 years after intending to start a blog I ought to settle down and do something about it, so here goes.

So why Pea-Souper? 
Hmmm, well I read a lot of the online “self help/save me I’m lost” type web sites looking for solutions to my “Problem”, one of them asked about how you describe your lowest mood, a popular one being the “black dog” first referenced by Winston Churchill when describing his own mood swings.

I never feel like my feelings are divorced from me and existing in another being like that, I see mine as a struggle to see, to see a way through, to see answers,solutions or conclusions. I gather that’s a very male thing,solving it, sorting it, working it out, so when I can’t see it I imagine it  feels like I am losing sight, my view blocked by a smog, the deeper the low the thicker the smog, at my lowest ? “A Real  Pea-Souper”. This is how Londoner’s used to refer to the dense clouded cover that would fall upon cities like theirs in 1950’s Britain, a fog so thick you could almost imagine cutting holes in it with a knife. Of course as mood improves I feel the fog thinning and lifting, when it’s gone I’m on song, pumped, keen ready for action, rejuvenated reborn, fan-bloody-tastic! 

Oh dear; calm down son!

So I intend to write thoughts, ideas, poems, bit’s of prose, the odd image probably, we shall see. I will be linking to sites that have information, advice or just fun stuff about mental health in its broadest possible meaning. I have been an online advocate for several sites and my twitter will show a large number of MH charities, organisations and support groups as well as my interest in Autism ( inspired by a phenomenal blog I found). Dogs ( I am a volunteer puppy socialiser for Hearing Dogs UK).

There will be an underlying theme of mood, and it may well drive the bulk of content. My personal hope is that it will prove cathartic and that it will help me connect with people, something that my condition is preventing me from doing as I would wish. If others get something from it that will be a bonus, and my G.P will be pleased as he has been suggesting I write for a very long time! 

For the first posting I will add a piece of “poetry” (I use the word loosely I know) and an image I borrowed from the internet and a borrowed quote attached to it.

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I’m sorry for being


I’m sorry for being
The one you are dealing
With today’s day after today

I’m sorry for being
Quite so unappealing
So incomplete and ineffably fey

I’m sorry for being
Morose and mouth-mealing
And particularly poor at the play

I’m sorry for being
Weak willed, worse; unfeeling
Unable to accept Agapé
I’m sorry for being
As blank as a the ceiling  
Before Julius II got his way

I’m sorry for being
A partner that’s failing
And only worth throwing away

I’m sorry for being
Dad of recondite feeling
For love of his sons everyday

I’m sorry for being

©Agides