Last night, lying in bed musing, I worked out that in 2005 my dad saw his grandchild for a sum total of three hours. It came as one of those electric shock realisations and I can't shake it.
I don't have a great relationship with my dad, but we don't fight. There have, over the years, been a lot of tearful discussions about his parenting - he was a single parent to me for about 8 years, the teenage years (poor sod). He is very flippant about it all, whereas I was depressed, isolated and am quite resentful of his chipper "I did my best" attitude because I know he didn't.
However, despite all that, i am keen to have a relationship with him, because damn it I quite like the man, and I'm not into raking up the past, really. I'd rather we got on as best we can.
He lives a day's journey away. So, obviously, do I - which means that what with a toddler and a full-time job and little money, I haven't been up to see him. He has never been down here, except once when the baby was born, and he came to us on a detour from a course he was teaching.
At that visit, he was full of regrets about the past and good thoughts about the future: buy a bigger house, make sure you all come up to visit, big convivial family meals and happy times. So, ok, he's dreaming a bit, but precisely nothing has been suggested, ever, to work towards anything like that.
I suppose I just want to get this out somehow and see if anyone's got any advice. I sort of want him to know that three hours a year is rather pathetic. But I also do want to have a better relationship with him.