“Grandad, I don’t think this is safe…?” were words I wasn’t expecting my son, then four, to say.
My Dad was over from NZ to help look after the kids during a tricky time, and thought it would be a good idea to cut down some trees in our garden. Our son was his eager helper.
That is, until he got sent up a tree to tie a rope around a branch and Grandad was urging him to go a wee bit higher.
I had been busy doing something inside, when my attention was caught by my son’s question. It bought back memories of Dad sending me up a very rickety ladder into the loft above the stables to throw down some straw bales. There were multiple moments which felt a tad risky but coming down was definitely worse than going up!
Somewhat torn about whether to step in, I observed out the kitchen window. With Grandad’s (gentle) encouraging, my son managed to climb the next few inches, tie the rope, and then shimmy back down.
They were both very proud of themselves.
My husband was less pleased when the knife (?!) they were using came back into the kitchen with a massive notch out of it.
They just don’t make knives for cutting down trees like they used to.
With Father’s Day fast approaching, have you had a classic Dad moment?
Tough Mother 