June 21, 2004
Quinton came to see me
I almost didn't recognize my son when I opened the door. His hair is long now, and cut in a shag just like Jennifer's. He could wrap those flowing locks in a ponytail with no problem. I liked the spike-doo he wore during wrestling last year a lot better. I believe that my ex-wife wants a girly-boy instead of a young man in her life.
Quinton hugged me and handed me a hand-made Father's Day card. "I love you, Daddy," he said.
"I love you, too, son," I replied. That hug really felt good. I started to mist up, so I rubbed his head and asked, "What's with all the hair? You look like a Beatle."
"What's with all of THIS hair?" he asked, as he ran his fingers through my beard.
"I'm old. I can grow a beard if I want to. But YOU need a haircut."
"I'll get a haircut when you shave that beard," he grinned.
"It's a deal, but you go first," I replied.
I dropped down to one knee so that I could get a better hug and look into my boy's eyes. "Thanks for the card, poot. I sure do love you."
"I know, Daddy. I love you, too. Happy Father's Day."
The visit didn't last long, because Jennifer was in the driveway with the engine still running in her big, silver SUV. I waved at her as Quinton ran back to the car. When they pulled away, I went back inside, looked at my card and cried all over it. I started to take a picture of it and post it here, but that card wouldn't mean anything to anybody but me. But TO ME, it means a lot.
Quinton made that card and he hand-delivered it, along with lots of hugs. I haven't lost my boy yet. He made my day.
But he surely does need a haircut.
If he'll fight his mother to that kind of a standstill, you'll not lose him at all; he's just waiting out the law to make his moves.
That's the best news I've heard all day.
That is a major great. I'm glad for you.
I'm so glad you at least got your hug from your son!
So, when are you shaving the beard????
Happy father's day Acid'. Hope the kid gives his mom a bit of shit for being an apparent sow as far as visitation is concerned. Give 'er hell Quinton!!!
Yesterday for Father's Day, I got a very nice powerwasher (that I asked for)and a DVD (50 First Dates), but the absolute best present was the handmade card and "book" that my young daughter made for me. That powerwasher couldn't ever measure up. She wrote it and illustrated it and gave it to me to color. I tear up just thinking about how much I love my kids. Happy Father's Day to all.
Dear Rob - This post made my day! I've been concerned that this mess with the BC would impact on Quinton, but I'm glad to see that the bond you've created is stronger than Mommie's ego. You'll be Quinton's dad for all time, (and rightly so). Happy Father's Day . That's the best gift you could have received. Best, Terry
Good for Quinton! Glad he made your day. Did you hear from Sam, as well?
I am SO glad that you were home!
That's an awesome Father's Day gift, maybe the best ever. I'm imagining how much he had to bug her to get her to bring him over. The hair, the beard - all come and go. That moment will not.
I am so glad Quinton came to see you!
And NEVER worry, You're etched on his heart, just as he's etched in yours...FOREVER.
God Bless All the Dads out there!
Good on ya, Rob. At least you got to see yours.
My BC, Stephanie Dawn Stewart Crager, is above anything simple like letting my boy see his old man. Hell - she even wants to change the boy's name, or so I hear.
Congratulations, sir, and Happy Father's Day.
I am glad for you that it was a happy father's day :)
We ALL needed a haircut as youngsters. As I recall, old man, we were reminescing about growing our hair to our asses recently, the two of us. But, you're right. One's boy always needs a haircut. That is as sure as death and taxes. We all want our boys to look better than us. Heh.