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Nadine Dorries
First born....
Posted Wednesday, 30 May 2007 at 17:27

Newcastle was cold, wet, and, windy, no surprises there then.

 

I headed towards the monument in the town centre where I had arranged to meet my daughter. She was late, as always.

 

Has the casualness of youth and the perpetuity of time ever had a synchronized relationship?

 

The rain got the better of me and I dived into the doorway of Prêt a Manger to claim shelter. I gazed at the honey coloured monument, silhouetted against the grey bleak sky for what seemed like forever.

 

Suddenly a young woman, leapt up onto  the monument in one spring. Her khaki green designer Parka flapping behind, a cream coloured beret perched on her head losing the battle to contain her long blonde hair which was billowing about and play fighting with the wind.

 

She danced on the spot on the tips toes of her Ugg boots to keep out the cold as she took the ubiquitous mobile phone out of her pocket and put it to her ear.

 

Everyone who passed by turned looked at her and smiled as they scurried on their way.

 

They have been doing that since the moment she was born.

 

I remembered being so entranched with my firstborn that I couldn’t sleep for days. I couldn’t take my eyes of her, let sleep settle her uncraddled, or let the wind blow on her. She was too precious and special for me to trust such ordinary things.

 

I used to whisper the poem I had chosen for her when she was born into her ear:

 

“Tightly folded bud, I have wished you something none of the others would.”

 

22 years later, whilst waiting for her to appear, I wondered were the political, socially aware, right on friends, who thought I was nothing less than irresponsible for bringing a child into this unpredictable, war torn, volatile, unsustainable world, right. Had I been irresponsible?

 

My Blackberry vibrated in my hand, the red light flashed, she was calling me. My heart flipped a somersault as she caught my eye, waved, laughed and  tripped down the steps of the monument and ran towards me..

 

Two days away from her final exam at university this beautiful young woman has the world in her palm of her hands, the future is her stage, the love of her family and friends her secure backdrop.

 

I may have lost my battle with the wind. It may rage and beat about her and tie her hair in knots in defiance of me. She may sleep contented and well out of my arms, and, I may not need to stare at her quite so much in disbelief that I could have created such a kind and loving person; however, today I realised this: my tightly folded bud is now in full bloom. 

 

That all of my life she will make my heart skip a beat when I first see her. That she will laugh out loud with pleasure when she sees me. That I will stand and wait for her for as long as she takes and not complain, and that she will always run towards me eager to tell me her news, good or bad.

 

My ‘right on’ political friends may have had a point, but they never considered the depth of maternal love or the blueprint of our DNA. Some of them stood by their principles and have remained childless, still bemoaning the waste of the world’s resources and our selfish abuse of the planet.

 

But as I listen to my daughter and her friends it strikes me that we may have complained and bemoaned the world’s fate, these young people are determined to do something about it. A generation saddled with student debt appear to me to be far more aware and socially responsible than we ever were.

 

As I walked into Prêt with her hand in mine she told me of her friends, some I have known since nappy days, who are off to Uganda and Malawi to work with African children and teach Aids awareness programmes. Some are about to spend six months roughing it in Sri Lanka on the replacement home building project. She wonders and is agonising about what she should and could do to contribute.

 

We never did that. That wasn’t us. This generation are a generation to be proud of in a way I’m not sure mine ever was.

 

Inspiring.

 
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Wednesday, 30 May 2007
It is almost impossible to pass comment on your work. If one were to do so, the comment would inevitably seem shoddy in comparison to the beautiful writing. There aren’t many people who can move others to tears with the written word alone. You have a gift, you should think on that.
 
 
Vote Freedom said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
As unsubtle as it may be to talk about your retirement before you have even reached the pinnacle of your career. But I would say yours is a name I will be looking out for when you decide to write any books upon your political retirement. Even only you had a desire for science fiction as well and I would be in heaven.
 
 
Dave said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
The Bread man says if a picture paints a thousand words.........then I say your words created a masterpiece. You are the Monet of all parliamentarians, the Picasso of the cyberworld.We would have seen a damp,wet moment of a gloomy day.....you saw only sunshine and warmth ....I think we've stumbled on the source of Global Warming.
 
 
Paul said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
After writing such wonderful prose, you really expect us to believe you are the product of a secondary modern school, a school for non-academics? Yeh Right!
 
 
James said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
Well, if you were the product of a Secondary Modern schooling either Liverpool created an abundance of geniuses which were sent to its Grammar schools or you should seriously consider sueing its Education Dept.I bet you could even walk on water if you put your mind to it!
 
 
Michael Hewlett said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
I really liked your piece. I have a 6 week old daughter. The joy of her arrival is muted somewhat by the fear of the society she will inhabit. I hope that the future generations are filled with the self-confidence and optimism that your daughter currently has.
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
Perhaps your daughter could start with helping you with the mamoth task you have set yourself at Woburn kids day.
 
 
Sweeper said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
I reckon your in the wrong job. You should be the weathergirl on BBC TV. No matter what the outlook, you always brighten my day!
 
 
Victor NW Kent said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
Lovely writing Nadine. I am afraid you are too good and genuine for politics. Go back into the private sector; David Cameron will have no use for you since you oppose his education policy. I wish you and your daughter all of the laughter that life can bring.
 
 
Jim said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
Dave should make you Chancellor of the Exchequer...in fact Gordy should make you Chancellor. If you wrote Budget Speeches in the same style, NO one would ever mind paying more taxes!
 
 
Nadine said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
I have the nicest bloggers on my site - of that there is no doubt!
 
 
Steve said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
I expect that everywhere you go you think everyone is nice. You would trick even those who aren't nice into thinking they might be, for a while. I bet that it only lasts whilst they are in your company. When I read your blog I feel like a nicer person afterwards.
 
 
Dave said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
Sorry to shatter your delusion Steve but this lady is for real. No pretense, what you see is what you get. Sometimes I wish this lady was false, or even creepy,it would be to her benefit, as no doubt she would climb up the greasy political pole much faster.She chooses to tread the straight and narrow road instead which although fraught with danger, is far more rewarding.
 
 
John said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
Although I have never had the pleasure of being in Nadine's company (still awaiting the the invite),Steve, I consider myself to be a good judge of character and this lady has it by the bucketload.I have never known her to be anything other than kindness itself ( well maybe slightly catty about certain other females). Stick around Steve, you'll see it doesn't fade.
 
 
Anonymous said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
Where is our dear friend Mike H these days?
 
 
New Admirer said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
I too, have never met Nadine, but I feel I know her better than some members of my own family.She allows us into her innermost thoughts and beliefs, sometimes giving us too much information about her personal life, but always with honesty and compassion.I read the same blog over and over again, each time unearthing a hidden gem of thought that I missed previously.No tricks here Steve,just the wife,mother,daughter or friend everyone should have.
 
 
John said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
Mike H..the last time he blogged was when...Oh Lord...when I suggested Nadine take a month off from blogging...I hope he doesn't think that's for real.....
 
 
Mike H said:
Responded: Thursday, 31 May 2007
No it wasn't you, John, honest! I'm still here, but I haven't been posting for the last couple of days because I've been busy rebuilding my PC, dumping Windows and moving to Linux. Well, that's really the secondary reason. To be honest I was beginning to think that I'd been banned by Nadine, or was at least persona non grata for some reason. None of my posts were getting past the chief editor's desk. :-( A bit like a blog commenter's version of the old '2/10 - see me' note at the bottom of the essay. Did you ever get those, Nadine? Nah, I thought not! If this gets through, maybe I can start to believe that I've been rehabilitated, or at least I'm eligible for parole sometime soon? :-) Loved the 'first born' blog, by the way. A day out with your daughter in sunny Newcastle - a lot better than a 'chat' with the Whips down in the smoke, eh? ;-)
 
 
 
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