On one level of existence, we don’t have any young’uns. But hey, why stick with just one version of life? After we got married in 1988, Jody and I decided that we wouldn’t have any kids. Instead we would do a lot of travelling. But I can’t help imagining how it could have been …
Fifteen years ago, our reality snapped, and lo and behold, we were parents. I don’t know how it happened. Divine introspection perhaps. Jody and I were blessed to welcome our son Dollop to the planet. Such a fine lad, and he’s grown to be a quality dishwasher and lawn cutter.
Just before Dollop was born, I remember thinking that having one child was just the right amount.
Two years later, along came our darling Puce. A brother needs a sister, right? She was so sweet, and still is. From Barbies to boys, it’s been a long road, and such a pleasant one. Someday, I’m going to walk her down the aisle.
Just before Puce was born, friends and neighbours told us they were green with envy that we were about to have a daughter.
In 2010, we were both super busy, but gosh – there’s always time for childbirth. I was holding Jody’s hand in the delivery room as Inkling emerged into the world. Soon red hair and a fiery personality joined us at the breakfast table. One of a kind you are, my dear.
Just before Inkling was born, I had an idea that there was a princess on the way.
With the foundation of a really good housekeeping team in place, Jody and I were delighted that Squirm decided to join us … out of the blue. Unexpected but not neglected, we loved her to bits. A very active child, she’s always enjoyed life’s twists and turns. Lovely.
Just before Squirm was born, I remember feeling really antsy. How would we cope with four kids? As it’s turned out, no problemo.
We both thought that was it. For years the Kerrs were a scintillating sixsome. And then just last week, Santa, the Easter Bunny or maybe David Letterman plopped a new being in our laps. Imagine – Jody at 54 and me at 65! Thank you, Somersault. Seven of us. Aren’t we a lucky family? And who knows what this young boy will become?
Just before Somersault was born, I woke up in the middle of the night, absolutely flipping out. I’ve calmed down since.
So there you have it, folks. We’re very proud. I’ll send you a photo sometime.