D turns 13
Today is D’s birthday. Today he is 13. Its 6:30 pm and his dad hasn’t called. Not a huge surprise since he didn’t call the last two birthday’s D has had. However, since D just spent some time with dad a few weeks ago, I think D was expecting at least a phone call. A card. Ten bucks. Something. Dad is around. He’s got A. He bitched and whined when D didn’t spend the night. But….I don’t know. I was trying to come up with an idea that could possibly justify missing his kids birthday, but I’m at a loss. If I were dead, then maybe I’d not have sent a card. Or, if I were being held captive in a Guatemalan prison, then I probably wouldn’t be able to call. Short of those two things, I really can’t imagine what possible excuse he’d have besides, “I forgot.” And considering the grade A, first class ass wipe that is D’s dad, this is probably the excuse.
D is in a foul mood this afternoon. He says its because the kids at school were all singing happy birthday and writing it on the board. He says that made him uncomfortable. While that may be partially true, I think the fact that me, husband, A, grammy & grampy, and my brother and sister in law all recognized D’s birthday in some way – gifts, cards, money – there was a whole side of his family that is missing from D’s important day. There has been no word, or card or acknowledgement of any sort from his dad or his dad’s family. Nothing. I think this is more of a factor of D’s bad mood than the kids at school…but that’s just a guess.
Husband and I got D a scooter, for when he’s out with us at A’s baseball games, and now that we live in town with sidewalks and paved roads – we thought it might be a fun thing to have. He thanked us for it. I told him he could have his gaming party any time he wanted (end of school birthday parties are impossible to schedule) and we had just gotten him the scooter so that he’d have a little something on his actual birthday – so he’d know we were thinking of him. He said “I know, you’re always thinking of me.” I’m glad he knows that. I picked up a package of beef jerky and a tin of altoids, and put them in a gift bag and said they were from A. As D was opening it he said, “I know you got this for me, not A…” until he saw the food, then he said “Oh, A DEFINITELY got this for me!” It was funny.
I am sad that my kiddo is having a less than stellar birthday. I am sad that I can’t do anything to make it better. I’m also a little sad he’s growing up and is a teenager now. Where does the time go?
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