However, I WAS surprised by the other folks who went out of their way to remind me that Father's Day was coming and I should make every effort to let John know how appreciated and valued he is as the father of my children.
Funny - where were ANY of these people as Mother's Day approached? 'Cause this was the pathetic excuse for a message I got- by text- after dinner... an afterthought so he could say he messaged me should someone ask what he did.
And the half-assed apology at the end is nothing more than his attempt to alleviate responsibility for not having said something sooner. The entire message is a train-wreck from start to finish. A simple "Happy Mother's Day" would've saved everyone an awful lot of eye-twitching. But apparently even acknowledging that I'm a good mother is not something he's capable of doing without insult.
So when these folks kept bringing up Father's Day and cautioning me to coddle him despite his complete and utter selfish, destructive and thoughtless actions over the last year (not just regarding me, but the boys as well), it was all I could do not to scream.
I didn't need them telling me I should do something to acknowledge him as their father. Ya know why? Because I'm not a terrible person. I recognize that it's not actually "better judgement" to ignore, or worse, insult him on a day meant to celebrate him.
So I did the same thing I did last year - RIGHT AFTER the whole divorce thing blew up. No one was telling me to remember John then because no one really knew about the divorce. I didn't need anyone telling me how NOT to be a self-centered, arrogant jerk. I didn't need anyone saying what they all seem to think they need to say now (yet suspiciously NOT to John).
Just like last year, I got some craft stuff together and helped Vincent make something for his father. Last year it was a coloring book filled with prompts like "I love Daddy because..." where Vince would fill in the sentence and draw a corresponding picture. That thing took a full MONTH to complete. This year, I dressed both boys up and got pictures. With the pictures, I had Vincent paint and glue together a plaque for him (and you can imagine the thoroughly entertaining mess the paint made).
And while it might not seem like a big project, it probably took us about 6 hours over the course of two days to finish painting these suckers. Vince was especially proud of his Minecraft Creeper face. Can't say I blame him. It came out mighty fine. Ha ha.
Anyway, the point is, I didn't need any of those people reminding me to be a decent person. I'm more than capable of that, myself. And on top off this gift, I also allowed him to take both boys overnight so he'd have them all day Sunday. I drove all the way down to Ocean City (and back) so he and his family could enjoy them for Father's Day.
So did I send him a pathetic, passive-aggressive message on Father's Day via text message like he sent to me for Mother's Day? No. Because I never was, nor will I ever be, that sort of person. My children need to learn what "Honor Thy Father" means, and it's my job to teach them.
And so I do, and so I shall. Reminders from the peanut gallery are unnecessary.
Because I am resolved to give what is necessary... not what is deserved.