I think kids are fantastic craic - some of the stuff they come out with. Watching the personalities developing is just deadly. They have an ability to increase spirits like no other - and thatâs just for an uncle.
I canât imagine the joy a parent would have when these human beings who are relying on them greet them at the door after a dayâs work.
That said the lady and myself had her two nephews (aged 5 and 3) over to the apartment a few months back. They stayed the night.
Holy fuck. By the end of it donât think Iâve ever been as wrecked in my life.
The next time they were over I got a ticket for the Mayo Dublin replay so fucked off to it and on the beer with my brother.
Itâs nigh on impossible to convey the flip side though. While the lack of sleep, no life, run of your feet, are all easy enough to quantify and verbalise, there is a inner satisfaction that comes with raising a child(ren) that is next to impossible to put into words. Itâs one of those you have to live it to understand it kind of things. In my experience, in the fullness of time, there are few that regret it.
Mine went a wandering during the night again. Went to check her in the bed. No sign of her, her pillow, her duvet or her sheets.
Checked the usual spots (under the bed, down the back of the bed, her wardrobe, our room, under the stairs, the floor of another room etc). Was getting slightly worried. Turns out sheâd headed up this time and I found her halfway up to the attic.
Sometimes when you are out somewhere and you hear a kid crying and you stop and think for a split second then you realise ânot one of mineâ and you think âgrandâ and move on.
