It started off as any other day, nothing remotely remarkable about it; my sleep was unceremoniously interrupted by the cries of an angry toddler, I then wrestle a mish-mash of ill fitting clothes onto said toddler, present him with a fairly unremarkable looking breakfast which he dismisses with a glare. I work him into a frenzy with the promise of a park, the same park we visit most days, remarkably he still gets excited.
The Boy takes up his position on the swing and waits for me to oblige with a well rehearsed shove. A Mum next to me makes a remark about my sleep deprived appearance, I want to make a remark about hers but I’m distracted by my ringtone. Then the day took a remarkable turn. “We like you, we like your blog and we at The Remarkable’s would like you to join us”.
I was remarkably lucky to meet Lorraine Murphy, founder of The Remarkables Group, a few months back at a blogger gathering. I had my sidekick in tow and was struggling to mingle and harness my son. Without me asking, Lorraine glided over and took Max by the hand giving me five minutes to do what I had to do. I didn’t need to know anymore about her, I liked her. I NEED a Lorraine, not in a creepy restraining order kind of a way, but when your response to “What is your fee?” is “whatever you think it’s worth” you do need a Lorraine. I like to surround myself with remarkable people and in my book she is one.
I have a remarkable wife who said “sure take 2 days off a week to write, I believe in you”. I have benefitted from the advice and generosity of numerous remarkable bloggers along the way. I now get to call a very talented bunch of bloggers my colleagues, even if they do ask me to stop doing it because it’s remarkably annoying, I’ll just keep doing it. And on those rare days when I ask myself “why?” I receive remarkable comments from remarkable readers who keep coming back for more; I hope your appetites are insatiable. Best of all I have a remarkable little boy who calls me Daddy.
The most remarkable thing about me used to be my left nipple which is perfectly dissected into 3 pieces like the Mercedes car badge only less shiny and sexy. Now I have a remarkable opportunity to make an income as a blogger and continue to hang out with my little plus one. Remarkably I had never read a blog until a little over a year ago. If someone had have informed me that I would be writing this post a year on I would have called them a big fat liar and ignored their pinky swear. I love to write, not the love you declare when you’re fifteen, in a park and drunk on cider, real true love.
When Lorraine asked if I had any doubts the only one I had was whether I can still be the Dad I want to be. That is and will always be my priority. I will always post about being a Dad but like a good Burlesque dancer I will slowly reveal a bit more of myself. Prior to wearing the Stay at Home Dad label I proudly wore a snazzy Modern Man label; food, fitness, fashion, design and travel all score big points with me so expect posts to have a little more of that flavour. There will be more work with brands but brands that are relevant to you and me.
When I was an impossibly moody teenager my very dear Nan picked up on my love for writing. She bought me a book titled something along the lines of “How to Write” and told me it might come it useful one day. I dismissed it out of hand but took it bed each night and read it front to back over and over. Thanks Nan.