This year, Father’s Day came and went and I put my best foot forward in an attempt at making the day seemingly commonplace for Aiden. First came breakfast. Then came playing and story time. Typical enough, eh?
Then came a phone call from his father and me modeling for Aiden how to wish his dad a “Happy Father’s Day.” I could have done without that call, but I had to wear my put-your-differences-aside-and-show-your-kid-how-to-display-respect-to-his-other-parent badge on.
For Aiden’s sake, I’ll deal with it. And I’ll wear that badge proudly.
However, as Aiden and I were heading out of our building shortly thereafter, I could not deal with my doorman leaning over the front desk, looking me in the eye, and saying, “Happy Father’s Day, Alicia.”
Uh, come again?
He quickly caught on to my puzzled look and responded to my silence but 1000 words of perplexity by saying, “Well, you do such a good job at taking care of Aiden by yourself. You play the role of mom and dad. So you deserve a ‘Happy Father’s Day.’”