I swear I tried (3) leave the boy alone
I made one resolution for the first time this year, and that was to stop discussing my 14-year-old's love-life in public. As several readers have out to me, it is bad enough to have to suffer all the awkwardness of puberty, without a father who records your every step in the pages of a national newspaper. As one reader put it: "Leave the poor boy ". And I decided to do so.
this is my first opportunity to break that resolution, I will do so now.
Just after Christmas, George rang from a friend's house to ask if he could bring 12 friends home for a party. I said OK, the usual crowd of boys.
Sure enough, George arrived home with two schoolmates and went upstairs to wait for his other guests to arrive. Then the doorbell rang, and when I opened the door I saw a 14-year-old girl into her cell phone. A few minutes later, four more girls up. Then another five. I kept sending them all up to George's room.
Every now and , we heard bits of the girls' conversation coming from upstairs: "Yeah. I had too much bloody vodka last night." "Hasn't anyone got no fucking fags?"
Soon after midnight, I was getting ready to go upstairs when all these girls walked down. One after another, they gave me sweet smiles and said: "Thank you very much for having us, Mr Kemp. Have a very happy new year."
After 14 girl-free years, I that we will be seeing more of this in the years to come. I am about George. He needs to be strong, like his father.