The Ex called me at work on Tuesday morning to let me know that Ankle Biter was running a fever and she was picking him up for the afternoon. She took him to the local clinic to get checked out and asked if we could move around his suppertime visit with me to another day.
I told her that she didn’t have to do everything alone. I have found that she wants to take the reigns on all things involving our son and I just don’t think she needs to take that burden 100% of the time. So I told her that if Ankle Biter was sick and someone needed to take care of him, I was more than willing to be the one to take time off of work. It just seemed silly that she was always the one making sacrifices.
Yesterday, she took me up on the offer.
My phone rang at 8:15am as I was leaving for work. The Ex asked if I could look after our son in the afternoon and she’d take “the morning shift”. Of course I said yes.
I picked him up at 12:45pm and we head off to my place for the afternoon. We immediately got on the couch, got underneath a blanket, and popped Snow Buddies into the DVD player. And then Air Buddies. Then Charlotte’s Web.
His temperature hovered around 99.5 degrees all afternoon, so he was very warm and very tired. But it was nice because he wasn’t sick sick. It was a bonding experience, really. It was just a really nice thing to cuddle with my little boy and try to make him feel better when he was sick.
I read blogs and tweets and stories of deadbeat dads and dads who call once a year and dads who are more concerned with their relationships with their girlfriends than with their own kids. These stories never cease to baffle me.
My children are top priorities for me. I’m far from perfect, but I want to be a constant in their lives…someone who is there when they need me.
When Ankle Biter grows up, he’ll remember the times when dad spent the day with him when he was sick…because I think it’ll be a situation that happens multiple times in the years to come.