From the moment you entered this world, I knew that, whatever happened in life, I’d love you forever. Even though you were covered in a weird white waxy substance and had a pointy head like a giant avocado, in my eyes you were nothing short of perfect.
You won’t remember (although it’s a time I’ll never forget) but shortly after you were born, you and I had an hour or so together – just the two of us – while your mummy had to go and have an operation. During that time, you studied my face through your squinty newborn eyes and tightly clasped my finger in your tiny hand, while making little squeaking noises like a happy hamster. But when I sang Twinkle Twinkle, you suddenly stopped, to listen, before falling soundly to sleep in my arms.
From that moment, I promised myself I’d always be there for you. To do everything in my power to ensure you felt safe, supported, and loved. To provide for you and your mum in every way possible, and be the best dad I can be.
Over the past nine months, watching you grow from the scrawny bug that you were, into the strapping, handsome, chubby little bear cub that you are today, has been the best time of my life so far.
Even though you’re still so small and changing every day, you’re already a proper little person, with your own likes and dislikes, and your own unique personality starting to shine through.
Like how you never cry just for the sake of it, unless something’s seriously wrong, reminds me to never sweat the small stuff and just be happy with what I already have in life.
Or the way your face lights up when I open your curtains in the morning and we do our silly stretching routine, or how happy you look when I manage to get home before your bedtime, makes the hours we spend apart while I’m at work seem worthwhile.
And the way, with just a flash of your big blue eyes (which you get from your mum, by the way), everyone you come into contact with immediately falls head over heels for you, which always makes me so proud to think I could have ever created anything so perfect.
But most of all, knowing that you’re going to be looking up to me your whole life (until, of course, I get old and shrink to the point where I have to start looking up at you) is such a powerful responsibility, which makes me strive, in myself, to be a better man.
So, although it’s Father’s Day, which is the one day of the year that should really be all about me, I’m dedicating this first one to you, my boy. As if you’d never come along, I’d still just be known as plain old Giles, rather than being able to call myself something so much greater…your dad.
To celebrate Father’s Day this year, I’m calling for my fellow dads to also send a special message to your kids – whether they’ll read them today or in a few years’ time when they’re a little bigger – to let them know all the things you’ve learnt from them since becoming a father.
Share your stories online using the hashtag #PowerOfBabies to be in with the chance of winning a special day out plus a hamper of goodies, courtesy of Pampers.
Look forward to reading what you come up with!
This special Father’s Day message has been written in collaboration with Pampers, whose #PowerOfBabies competition is now open for your entries. Good luck!