Happy Easter!

Hello buddy, it's Daddy calling happy Easter, I love you can't wait to see you on Wednesday, bye bye!

That was the message I left my son this morning on his Mom's answering machine.She never picks up when I call, why ?

Not more than two minutes go by and I get a call, hello ? Hi Daddy, Happy Easter ! he says excitedly.Wow I just left you a message , you did? he asked.
Yes about two minutes ago, no matter I say ,happy Easter!. Daddy did the Easter bunny come by your house? . Of course he did he came by and left you a little something.
Daddy , I had an Easter egg hunt today! you did? where did you go?I asked.
no where , we had one here, I was puzzled . I suppose Mom must have had an epiphany ,she was never the type to do anything festive or anything that required any amount of effort.Maybe I was wrong , maybe some people can change.

No! I don't believe that for one second.

An Easter egg hunt?Good for you buddy , did you have fun? yes and we are coloring Easter eggs and I made a yellow one for you like your favorite color , he says proudly. Wow that's great thank you buddy.
I have to go Daddy ! he says ,Mom is calling me.

When will my son and I be able to freely speak on the phone without him being told to get off?.

Oh the joy a simple undertaking, like coloring eggs can bring to a child . I was somewhat bothered , I guess . All day I asked myself, why ? Why am I not there with my son enjoying this marvelment of an experience with him?

I sometimes have to remind myself why.

I guess it is OK to get lost in a fantasy at times, as children we all believe in ferry tales , maybe as adults some of us still do.
I guess maybe I felt a bit bewildered today , as I often do on special occasions.
I missed my son today, but I think what I miss the most at holidays is family. The family I thought I once had, little did I know that family was also just a fantasy.

Life goes on ,there will be many more Easters ahead , as there have been before us.
I just hope ,I get to decorate some Easter eggs with my son before he gets too old to say "I love you Daddy".

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