Father of the son
Went out for a couple of drinks with
Francis last night. We're there talking about our families, and all the issues every family has, and about blogging, and writing and about mutual friends and ex-colleagues, when all of a sudden he asked me if being a father had been like I had imagined it to be.
And off the top of my head, I said, "no."
Pulled out that "no" almost as fast as Hannes. :)
But then I started explaining my fatherly feelings to him - and to myself. And now to you, because this is what I said:
"I don't know what I expected, actually. But I haven't had any of these larger than life "he's my son" proud moments", I said and stumbled along, "I mean, I am as proud a father as can be - Hannes is Wonder Boy - but I haven't had the Hollywood "father-son, my legacy will live forever" moments".
Do you know what I mean?
The only thing I know about being Hannes's father is that I just love him with no strings attached, unconditionally and with all my heart. Like I told Francis, there is nothing I wouldn't do to make him happy.
You know?
The difference with loving Jessica and doing everything to make her happy and loving Hannes is that Jessica is a person that I got to know and fell in love with.
Hannes I have loved from the second he was born, and I am now getting to know him.
Am I making any sense?
