I was looking at this photo above and PML (go Google that acronym if you’re unfamiliar-I’m looking at you Dad)… Mostly because the cuteness is overwhelming (am I right?!) but also because it epitomises that these blogger kids of mine (the off-spring of a blogger: me) are truly ‘living their best lives’ right now.
That’s not what this post is about though. It’s not some sort of boastful piece of shizz on how lucky they are. Although they are lucky, very lucky, as am I, it’s about how I’m raising kids…. Look, I’m lucky to live at a time where I can make a living doing what I’m good at: writing and directing on a platform that’s democratic and enriching that offers me a flexible, stable career. Twenty years earlier, and I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing (I’d probably be in development hell waiting for gatekeepers to green-light a passion project film rather than connecting with an audience at the touch of a button I control, every single day)…
So I love what I do and the kids are happy too, and whilst they drink from the cup of the blog with abandon they don’t do so without valuing what they have. Spoilt, entitled brats they are not…This photo reminded me of quite how strongly I feel about ensuring they don’t become that way either. Whatever the perks my job brings.
So far, so good, as these two are grateful and kind, and whilst they squabble to the point that I go bananas, I’m proud of my generous, thoughtful and caring kids.
Oliver remarked as we had a night out together in Central London last week, enjoying free burgers and entertainment that he was ‘filing the night in his long term memory’.
…My brother and I were lucky too. Thanks to my over-achieving folks who met at uni and set up successful businesses together, we didn’t ‘want for anything’ as we say up North, experiencing an Enid Blyton style childhood climbing trees and playing by the river running close to our home in the picturesque town of Ilkley, a swimming pool our basement of our house and holidays in the South of France. Spoilt on paper, yes, but we were brought up with a strong moral, and work ethic… To value education, to get our heads down and graft, to admit when we were in the wrong, to be open and honest and to fight the good fight.
These are all lessons I’m passing down to my own kids. When I type away on here, I remind them that it’s these words on the screen that allow me to earn money to provide for them both…That the commitment to my craft is what offers them all these glorious opportunities we lap up together. That nothing comes for free and that we must treasure everything we receive.
…That working hard, talking the talk but also walking the walk, and having integrity is what’s key…and that mini matching dressing gowns from 5 star hotels are just the cherry on the top.