There’s a video I posted on Instagram a few months ago.
It’s had more than half a million views.
Remy’s sitting on my workbench while I show him how to use power tools. Together we’re making a ladder for his playground.
I like reading the comments.
“My dad…”
“I remember…”
“I wish…”
“We lost my father…”
The video has landed somewhere I didn’t expect.
Then yesterday someone left a comment I can’t stop thinking about.
The timing was exquisite.
I’d just dropped Remy home after two full days of grandparenting.
I was knackered.
If you’d asked me right then how enthusiastic I was about grandadding, you might have caught me at a bad moment.
I kicked back, started scrolling and read this…
“Makes me want to adopt since I can’t have children.”
Whoah!
I feel as though I’ve double-dipped into the parenting luck fund.
Happy parenting.
Now happy grandparenting.
If I ever start complaining, write back and remind me of this story.
Please.