Colm O'Regan: The cycle of life, now I'm teaching my daughter how to ride a bike
It isn’t always obvious whether or not you’re doing a good job as a parent. Sometimes you get a hug or a comment out of the blue. But they’re too unpredictable for people like me who crave affirmation. Mostly it’s when it’s an absence of something. Like hassle. A lot of the job is wondering whether the people are watching you lose an argument on the street with a small human who has acquired about 90% of the logical skills necessary for life in general and 100% of the skills necessary to beat your equivocating weak ass.
But every so often there is a moment where you can just stand back, blow on your fingernails and pretend to polish them and say to yourself: “Yep. You want a job done? Best call The Wolf. Cos this cub just caught its first prey.”


