Tuesday 19th June 2012
As far as I’m concerned, I only ever had one Grandad. He was my Mum’s Dad.
Bill, my Grandad, fought in the Second World War & as a result, suffered very badly with nerves. He would often be brought to tears for no apparent reason but by all accounts, in his youth, he wasn’t a posed to fighting for somebody’s honour during his lunch break in the pub, before returning to work for the afternoon. A real dichotomy.
My Dad’s Dad was briefly known as Grandad before being refereed to as ‘Dad’s Dad’. The reason for this being that as we didn’t see him for many years, I never had a relationship with him. Therefore it didn’t seem right to give someone I didn’t know the grand title of Grandad.
From the off we decided that Zephy’s grandparents, on my side, would be known as Avi & Iaia (Granddad & Grandma in Catalan). Firstly to differentiate them from Grandad & Grandma, on my wife’s side but also to make it easier for him to speak more fluently about his family with friends rather than having to translate.
At first it took a bit of getting used to but after time my English relatives have taken on these foreign words & use them as freely as they would the name…
It’s important for kids, & boys especially, to have positive male influences in their lives who nurture, influence, sculpt, guide & generally take an interest in them. These are big boots to fill. But both Zephy & I have had the great fortune to have just that. Me, an unconditionally loving father & Zephy, a thoughtful & caring Avi. Even if he doesn’t realize or appreciate it right now, he will.
“Dad, can have something sweet please?” Zephy asked poking his head around the kitchen door.
“No, if you wait 3 minutes I’m going to bring you & Avi an aperitif.” I told him dropping the last four quarters of pitta in the frier.
He moved in closer to inspect what was already cooling on a piece of kitchen towel.
“What these?” He enquired.
“Yeah, with a whole roasted Camembert.” I said fishing out the remaining four pieces.
With this he ran back to the tv room with a skip in his stride.
“I’m getting an aperitif!” He relayed to Avi excitedly rubbing his hand together.
Happy Father’s Dad. You are priceless.