March 4, 2012.
6 weeks ago. 42 days.
That's how long it's been since Alex last saw his father. He took him overnight the night before that, if I remember correctly, and brought him back that afternoon. Since then? Not a visit, not a phone call, not a text. Nothing. Why?
Beats the crap out of me.
I'm sure he'll show up here at some point with a long line of excuses again, just like he did last summer when he disappeared for 4 full months. And he'll promise to do better, and to stick to a schedule, and assure me that it's really not his fault but he's just been too busy.
Alex will be ecstatic, and will talk about nothing else except for the time that he gets to spend with his father, because he worships the ground that he walks on. But that's ok, because that's what a relationship between a father and a son is supposed to be like.
It'll be good for a while. And then he'll start to not show up again. And I'll have to constantly explain to Alex that I don't know why his father isn't coming to get him. And we'll play the same game over and over again.
I've already had to explain to Alex that he missed his sister's birthday party because she was having an all-girl sleepover party and boys weren't allowed - but I haven't been able to come up with a good excuse for why he didn't get to see her at all for her birthday.
When he asked me why he didn't get to see his father during Spring Break, all I could offer him was the usual "I don't know, honey" and give him a hug.
Same thing for Easter. He really wanted to show his father his Easter basket too.
I catch him looking out the window, waiting to see if his father is going to come and get him. Every single time, it breaks my heart. We've talked about it. I've tried my best to explain to him that sometimes things just don't work out and that I'm sure at some point he'll get to see his father again. The sad thing is that he doesn't even really get upset about it anymore. He's pretty much just come to accept it. We go about our lives and we don't sit around to wait for him to show up anymore. We take our spur-of-the-moment road trips and we go do our thing and we have fun. I deal with the sickness and the behavior issues and the homework and the doctor appointments whether or not they fit into my schedule, because that's what a parent does. A parent doesn't brush off his/her kid because life is too crazy.
A good parent brushes off the craziness of life to make time for his/her kid.