So this week I saw my child for the first time. Watching him (yes I’m hoping for a boy, I’ll have a daughter in a couple years time please) or her spinning around head butting my wife’s womb filled me with sensations I can hardly fathom. Sensations that no facial expressions, laughter or words could ever do justice, pure joy. 

137 likes later (yes my child is already popular) most of the world knows I’m to become a father. I go back a month or so when just a handful of people knew of freckle’s (his/her first nickname which will stick) existence, Fathers day. A day that has found new meaning for me after loosing my father 2 years before. My wife decides to treat me to a trip to the cinema to watch “Man Of Steel”. The summer blockbuster – filled will many subplots, good vs evil, the odd child out, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jonathan Kent and Kal-El. The story of two powerful father figures were all I could focus on. Their inherent desire to see their child become something greater and protect their child which ultimately led them to loosing their own lives is a desire that I already feel growing inside of me. 

The film did not plant the seeds of these desires, it merely watered them. My Father planted the seed. The example he gave in raising myself and my brothers has given me a clear blueprint on what I need to do as a father for my child. I have a legacy handed down from my great grandfather Charles Roye, to my grandfather Astley Roye onto my father Errol Roye and now onto me, and I intend to honour it in the fullest. 

The film reminded me that I have nothing to fear, my father already bestowed upon me the tools I need to be a great father for my child. I can think of no better way to honour his memory nor a better gift. 

A Fathers day gift from my wife and unborn child. 
P.S. Daughter if you’re reading this I Love YOU! 

Ash