Most of you know that I am an avid people watcher and love public transport for that very reason so after a retail therapy day with my friend, I decided to catch the bus home. As it was full to capacity owing to the dreadful weather we’ve been having, the only seat available was one next to a youth tenderly cradling a new-born baby. He smiled and we struck up a conversation, when he told me he was the proud father of the new-born infant and I couldn’t help but think of the phrase “kids having kids”.
Unlike most of the other parents on the bus who were otherwise distracted texting or chatting away on their mobiles ignoring the pleas of children, the teenager never took his eyes of his child for a second. He was clearly besotted and already an expert at handling such a small child. He confided in me that he and his girlfriend lived at his mum’s but didn’t have much so was going to technical college to improve his career chances and to be able to provide something better for his little family. He said that he couldn’t wait for the day when his baby was old enough to play football with him.
As I strolled home from the bus stop in the twilight I hoped in my heart that they made it because they already knew that the road that they had chosen was no fairy-tale and their lifetime of sacrifices was really just beginning. Something told me though that his child would be rich in the things that mattered the most and surely that is the most important gift of all.