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Not-So Happy Fathers Day
I have to admit, our Fathers Day was kind of a bust.
My family was out of town, staying with relatives. If we had been at home, I would have prepped my oldest before bed, explaining that it was a special day. I would have given him instructions to go straight to his dad’s side of the bed as soon as he bolted out of bed and said the magical words “Happy Fathers Day” which, as far as I am concerned, are a much better gift than any crappy metallic-footed grill light someone may have gotten dad this year.
Who does that? Oh yeah. I did.
But since we were away, I couldn’t and I didn’t. Tired and out of sorts, my boy wanted nothing to do with it. I did remember to get a card, but the boy refused to sign it. I did bring a present but had nothing to wrap it in. My son wouldn’t say “Happy Fathers Day” or anything like it. In fact, he decided to up the ante and announce to me and his father that he loved me, but not him.
“I love you mom” he said sweetly “but not dad. I only love you.”
Ouch. Happy Fathers Day indeed.
After we wrestled that one into bed for the evening, I turned to my husband and said “You know he doesn’t mean it”, but he didn’t look convinced.
So I turned to Dr Greene. According to his website, “Many children strongly prefer one parent over every other person in the world for a brief period of time.” If it says it on the Internet, it must be true.
This morning, which are usually not my son’s best moments of the day, my husband leaned in to give him a kiss. He reciprocated without all of the smart talk from the day before. They wished each other a good day, gave hugs and exchanged I love you’s.
I exhaled a sigh of relief. Thank you, Internet, for being right this time.
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