So your probably thinking what the hell am I going on about!
Well its simple really as parents we sometimes think that we are working too hard, not playing enough with the children, not going on holidays, doing the house work too much or occasionally sitting on our bums too much! But will our children even remember any of those thing? truth be told probably not.
I kinda hope my son won’t remember something’s like me shouting :0 or when I am ill and just want to hide in a corner somewhere, don’t get me wrong I always make the effort with him but sometimes I feel so guilty that he has to wait while I do the house work or when we have just came in from work & school, I just want to get in the door and cook some diner but he wants to tell me all about his amazing day at school.
When I look back at my childhood I do remember my mum always working or she used to get my grandparents to pick me and my siblings up so she could work, don’t get me wrong grandparents are brilliant and resourceful 
but when I was ill I wanted my mum to pick me up from school instead of my nan who then made me sip hot lemon juice (YUCK!), it was ok though as my granddad used to sneak me malteasers when she wasn’t looking.
Where as my dad I have great childhood memories with. One that I would always remember was my dad came home early and he brought himself a new dingy (one of many) he was so excited to show me and my siblings but had to wait for my mum to leave for work (again). As soon as she left he chucked it on their bed and blew it up, we all then jumped in (Including the dog) and were having a great imaginary adventure, splishing and splashing, swaying side to side (just the silly things that you do) it was great. He did get a right telling off after when my mum saw all the mess!
I remember the holidays as well, they were quite last minute as my dad was self employed so depended if much work was on. We went to Disneyland Paris when I was around 6 years old, I do remember standing still in a crowd while the parade was on at Disneyland, when I looked round again I couldn’t see any of my family, I then heard my dad shouting/waving for me (Luckily he was tall so I could see him). I remember my little heart felt like it stopped beating and a minute or panic followed by sheer delight the moment I saw him and the rest of my family. We also used to go to water parks (family full of water babies) I always remember my dad trying to push us all out the way (in a joking way) on the water slides so he could go first but he always went last until we got older! My mum was always at the bottom waiting for us to come down. When we used to go to theme parks my dad (again) would be with us getting on the fast rides while my mum sat on the bench watching us from a safe distance looking miserable!!
SO basically what I am trying to say is not everyone memories are like mine and I know its easier said then done but would you rather your child remember their memories with you in them jumping in puddles or being a boring miserable git??
