Father's Day, Sans Kid

Today has been a father’s day without Ian. It’s been a good day, but uneventful for the most part.
Ian and his mom left to visit her family in Spokane, Washington on Saturday. They will be gone for a week. He called me today and wished me a happy father’s day.

I usually get Ian Sunday through Wednesday every week. I won’t see him at all this week.

I don’t care about the Hallmark Holiday’s like father’s day, mother’s day and Valentine’s Day. I try to honor my mother and father every day and if I am in a relationship I make sure my significant other knows how I feel about them, regardless if Wal-Mart is telling me to or not.

So I didn’t think anything about not having my son around today. It’s just another day. I spent it with the rest of my family. However, I miss my boy and would even if it wasn’t father’s day. I can’t stop thinking about his smile that never stops, and the constellation of newly formed freckles smattered across his cheeks and nose. They are a golden-brown and match his blonde hair and fair skin that is getting surprisingly tan for a product of a mostly Irish-German dad and a mostly Polish mom. I even miss his incessant talking.

His mother and her friends recently gave him a mohawk. It looks pretty rad.

Whatever the kid is doing 2,000 miles away I wish he was here instead. I recently bought my first house and there is a storage area that I designated Ian’s clubhouse before I had even made on offer on it. Today it still sits covered in dust with boxes of crap littering the floor. As I drove Ian and his mom to the airport, I promised him that I would set up his club while they were gone. I should have done it about six months ago. I’m too lazy to be a dad.

Today is a day designated to show our fathers that they are loved and appreciated. Instead I’m thinking of ways I suck as a dad.