To celebrate Father’s Day, I was \u00a0asked by TalkMum<\/a>\u00a0– the website for\u00a0parents and parents-to-be -, which I\u00a0blog for, to share a fatherhood memory. I thought I’d add it here too:\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

From when I was born until I was 12, my dad was a manager of a very successful West End restaurant. He worked long, unsociable hours; he was that very traditional \u2018provider.\u2019 He worked hard so that my brother and I could have what we needed, and more besides. It meant I rarely saw him. He got home in the early hours and was still in bed \u2013 to just say goodbye to \u2013 when I left for school. Our Sunday\u2019s (his day off) were sacred. We\u2019d always do something as a family \u2013 going out for nice meals and going to St James\u2019 Park in London for a wander and to feed the birds are things that particularly stick in my mind.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s safe to say that despite his unquestioned love for us, my dad had very little hands on experience of bringing us up or looking after us \u2013 he\u2019d be the first to admit that my mum did practically all of it on her own. This is why it\u2019s so amazing to see what a major part he plays in his grandaughters\u2019 lives. There\u2019s no doubt that my mum would have been a doting and fantastic granny to my children, but sadly that was never to be. She always made my dad promise that if anything ever happened to her, he\u2019d do everything he could for my brother and I. He\u2019s stayed true to his word and has done a fantastic job. Just one example is that, despite still working part-time, he helps me out with the morning school run every day. My mum would have been proud.<\/p>\n

He has taken on his role as nonno (Italian for grandad) with gusto. He does so much for us all; the girls love him to bits and my husband is a massive fan!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

To celebrate Father’s Day, I was \u00a0asked by TalkMum\u00a0– the website for\u00a0parents and parents-to-be -, which I\u00a0blog for, to share a fatherhood memory. I thought I’d add it here too:\u00a0 From when I was born until I was 12, my dad was a manager of a very successful West End restaurant. He worked long, unsociable<\/p>\n