I’m a bit later this morning for two reasons. The first is that I simply needed a break from the internet. I try to sort of unplug on Saturdays and as just too tired last night to put forth any real writing effort. And then this morning, THE INTERNET IS OUT! For us, that means no computers, no TV. I mean, what are we supposed to do? While my husband is still sleeping upstairs, I used my hotspot so I could get this out to you and give you a space to join in. And then maybe I’ll read a book.
Here’s my 5 minute brain dump…
It’s Father’s Day. Did you remember to call your dad or send him a card? Did you do something for the father of your children? Or is this a tough day for you because of so many memories good and bad?
Dad relationships are complicated, just like mom relationships. And as a parent, I definitely notice the difference in relationships between mother-son, father-son, mother-daughter, and father-daughter. No two are alike of course but there are some definite differences.
In our family, Evan is a mama’s boy. I don’t mean that in the sort of way that he’s wimpy and needs his mommy to do everything for him. I mean that he loves spending time with me, doing stuff together, laughing about ridiculous things, reading books together, and even throwing a baseball around.
But he loves his Daddy. No matter how well or not well my husband and I are getting along, Evan never takes sides. He loves his mom and he loves his dad. That’s what’s so awesome about kids.
About a week ago, I dragged him to the grocery store (which he hates but always ends up having fun with me) and asked him to pick our a Father’s Day card. He went right for the funny section and found a card that said something to the effect of “A Toast to you on Father’s Day!” and you open it up and there’s a toaster inside with a saying something like “Would you like bacon with that?”
So this morning, Evan made it his mission to make his dad some heavily buttered toast to go along with the card. We delivered the toast to a sleeping dad and I made him a strong cup of coffee (quite an accomplishment for this non-coffee drinker). More than anything, I’m proud of Evan for thinking with his head and his heart. Now to figure out how the rest of the day will play out.