“I don’t want to talk right now…” he says, and trails off because he’s already walking away from the phone to go play.
It’s strange to be on the other end of those short phone calls. I’m usually the one urging him to talk and listen to whoever it is on the other line, but this time it’s me on the other line and someone else is doing the urging.
It makes me feel lonely and sad at the same time, yet still makes me chuckle, because that’s just how he is on the phone. I try to believe that typically, he doesn’t want to talk because he’s not interested in talking to people in his life who are almost never around, but then…that wouldn’t explain why he’s not interested in talking to me…
Lucas is just Lucas. He’s too busy of a boy to be tied to a phone. “We just got to the park,” the Sperm Donor says. Oh great, I think, he’s not going to want to talk to me when he just got to a park…
Yeah…that pretty much sums it up. Lucas said about 3 other sentences, then ran off to play. No goodbye. No “I love you”. Nada.
Now I know how it feels to be on the other end, and it stinks.
Right now, my baby boy (he’s really 4.5, but will always be my baby) is in Florida with the Sperm Donor visiting his grandparents for 2 weeks.
In case you missed it, or in case I never even mentioned it, I am in Michigan in the Detroit area. Pretty much the opposite end of the country from Florida.
It’s a whole different world there, too.
When children live primarily with one parent, that becomes the norm. Life mainly carries on, as usual, day-to-day and all that. Nothing too exciting happens. There are birthdays and holidays and stuff, but that’s the extent of it. The present parent tends to relish what little time they get away from the kids, and when the kids are around (which is most of the time), we also tend to take them for granted and get tired of them pretty quick.
When the children are with the more absent parent, it’s like a non-stop party. That parent makes sure that every second of every minute of every day is full of things to do that they don’t typically get to do with the more present parent. Thus making the full-time parent (me) feel like a schmuck and rendering everything that they DO do (teehee) with the kids seem boring and totally lametastic.
So…when the full-time, boring mommy calls the small child who has been to the ocean and has been swimming in an awesome pool and is now playing at the park (all in 2.5 days, no less) that small child isn’t really going to be interested in the phone. No matter how much he misses Mommy.
He does miss me, right? 😦
Only 11 days and 2 hours or so until Lucas is home. Who’s counting though?
Until then, I guess I’m just the person on the other end of the phone, missing him more than he’ll ever know.