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The Church is holding their annual Father / Son Camping Trip next weekend... Josh's Sunday school teacher was telling the kids about it and Joshua told his teacher:
"Ms Sarah, I can't go..." "Well, why not, Josh?" "Ms Sarah, my mom said I can't say that I don't have a dad, because I do have one. I just think that he doesn't like me." "Why is that Josh?" "Cuz, he don't take me to the Daddy/Son Picnic or Fishin Trip or Baseball Game... I don't get to go to any of those things." (Ms Sarah said that by this time, she was about in tears...) Then Josh topped it off and said "I wish I had a Daddy who loved me enough to take me to things like this..."
That does it!!! I am takin my boy on that Father / Son Camping Trip. Yea... heheh. I called the Pastor who organized the whole thing and about killed over asking him if I could take my son. I have been both mother and father for 6 years... Why should my kid be excluded just cuz his dad is a piece of crap???
Mason was awesome about it, though. He said I would be more then welcome to come. Okay, so I got the balls up to ask, but I did try to pass the task of taking him off on my brother-in-law (I called my sister, beggin', but that slacker thiks he got sick last week and had to stay home from work and can't miss anymore... LOL). There is just something about being the only female at this thing that had me nervous...
But, today, I talked to other single moms, and even a few dads, who were all like "I admire you. I can't believe you had the balls to step up to the plate and volunteer to take your son to this camping trip. You are a lot stronger then me for going." That made me think... come hell or high water, I will be there! OK, so one of my friends made it a little easier on me when she decided to take her boys, too.
So, I am off to buy a tent and a sleeping bag and some fishing poles. I am gonna take my boy camping. I am gonna wear my most comfy sweats and flannel shirt, wear a baseball cap, take my boy fishing and to play baseball, and tell stories around the campfire. As nervous as I was at first... I am SO excited, now.
Next thing on my agenda... learn how to change my oil! Hey... this really does get easier. Now that I have the balls it takes to be a "dad", I can laugh at their dad for not having the balls to be a man! As my beautiful daughter would put it "That stupid-head"