What did I want to be when I grew up.
I have to say that this changed day by day when I was younger, initially I wanted to be a VET, then a solicitor and then an accountant. I was a very quiet child and overly dramatic, which according to my brother I still am!!!
I really enjoyed my primary and infant school, but when it came to seniors I hated it, really I didn’t like it in the slightest. So when it came to exam time I wasn’t that hopeful and decided to review my options and decided that a YTS (yes I am that old) was possibly the best way to go and our local chamber of commerce had one offering a qualification in Accountancy, so I enrolled.
I started in the July and got my exam results in the August and they were actually quite good, all O’Levels (yes showing my age again), but I decided to remain in the course and became an accountant, hid out in a back room and worked. I felt like I was pretending to be a grown up. I didn’t enjoy my work, but I met my wonderful Husband through it and 3 years later we were married.
We decided to relocate down south and moved to Berkshire together and bought our first house. My mum and dad came and helped up decorate and settle in. I still didn’t feel like a grown up nor really did I act like one. I would ring up my dad when ever anything broke or didn’t work and he would fix the problem or inform MadDad how to fix the issue. We both worked hard and played a lot, we used to have scalextric parties at weekends and drink ourselves silly. we used to go on wonderful holidays that I will never forget and every Sunday I would ring up my Dad and remind him that Top Gear was about to start and then chat to him through the entire program.
Then very early one Tuesday morning I received the phone call that turned me in to an adult. My dad had been involved in an accident and work and was in intensive care. We dropped everything and drove the 300 miles home. It was a sobering experiance. He had been very seriously injured and the doctors had decided that he needed to be in a drug induced coma in order for his body to heal. My mum never left his bedside until we arrived. He was put on a ventilator to help him breath and had lots of tubes and lines going in and out.
I grew up in a shot. The nursing staff, the wonderful nursing staff showed me how to care for my dad, how to do his “cares” as they called them and we arranged a shift system, so at least mum got some sleep. For three weeks we all cared for my dad, I read his favorite paper to him every morning, I shaved him every other day and I played his favorite music to him whilst holding his hand and taking to him.
Then he developed sepsis and we had to make the hardest decision to switch off the ventilator and let him go. I was beside myself, I was a daddy’s girl, how could we be doing this he was 54 years old. Nine years ago on 6 November 2000 I lost my Father and I became an adult. I became a member of a club I didn’t want to be part of. October and November have always been hard to deal with since then, dark and dismal. Halloween and Bonfire night have different meaning for me.
But times change and my bother and wonderful sister in law chose November 7 2005 to get married and it made November a time for celebration instead of sorrow. He grew up and saw what we needed as a family was a happy event to commemorate.
MaxiMad is named after his grandad and MiniMad looks just like he used to as a child. It is sad that my wonderful boys will never meet the man I admired most in the world after my darling MadDad, but I am working on helping them be the men he would have adored.
Having the mini’s has given me the chance to be a child again, to see the world through their eyes and to experiance the carefree joy of swings and seesaws and of paddling in the sea. Yes I am more of an adult than I have ever been, I have two children that I am responsible for, but through this responsibility I have realised that I feel more like a child than I ever have before. I am on a journey down an untraveled path, but I have my companions with me, my wonderful family to take these steps and travel by my side.
And anyway who said you have to be grown up to take the road I am travelling!!
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