I was called a ‘Silverback Daddy’ today.
I suppose when you have kids at a certain age, then labels will apply. After all, you have ‘teen mums’, so why not silverback daddies?
Well, that’s me in a grey-lined nutshell; in a pigeon-hole of my own making. Literally.
It’s no misnomer. I have become a father in my fifties. Twice.
It’s a description matching the colour of my hair, and the additional salt in a beard lacking pepper.
So I say, power to the dads of the long tooth and the silver back.
Long may we sleep, once in a while!

Twin Mummy and Daddy