Birthdays abound
Today is my son, Ryan's, 11th birthday. I would love nothing more than to spend it with him, but he lives about 2 hours away from me. That, coupled with the fact that he's in school and my work schedule what it is, make it impossible for me to spend the day with him. I just have to wait until Christmas break when he comes down for the week. Under the tree, I have both his birthday presents as well as the ones for the holidays, each wrapped in the appropriate papers.
It makes me think back to the times when I was still with his mother and we would go shopping for all of the kids. I would feel bad for Ryan because his other sisters and brother would get gifts from their mother and me, in addition to what they got from their fathers. We set aside the same amount of money for each of them, but when it came to Christmas morning, the siblings would have much more presents and Ryan had a little. When I asked his mother about the idea of setting a little more aside for Ryan, to sort of "even out the booty," I was shot down because it wasn't "fair to spend more on one than we did the other." I tried debating my point, but it was useless. So now, since his mother and I are no longer together, I tend to spoil him, as well as his other step-sister, my daughter, Emma. No longer will he feel left out or not as good as the others. He, as well as his sister, are worth it. Always.
In the meantime, I sit here waiting for the day to give him his gifts. It isn't too far away. I'll be picking him up on the 26th.
It makes me think back to the times when I was still with his mother and we would go shopping for all of the kids. I would feel bad for Ryan because his other sisters and brother would get gifts from their mother and me, in addition to what they got from their fathers. We set aside the same amount of money for each of them, but when it came to Christmas morning, the siblings would have much more presents and Ryan had a little. When I asked his mother about the idea of setting a little more aside for Ryan, to sort of "even out the booty," I was shot down because it wasn't "fair to spend more on one than we did the other." I tried debating my point, but it was useless. So now, since his mother and I are no longer together, I tend to spoil him, as well as his other step-sister, my daughter, Emma. No longer will he feel left out or not as good as the others. He, as well as his sister, are worth it. Always.
In the meantime, I sit here waiting for the day to give him his gifts. It isn't too far away. I'll be picking him up on the 26th.
posted by Den at 9:29 PM
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