Tonight is Friday and the church you take classes in was doing a retreat that you didn’t want to attend. Mommy wasn’t home and you suggested father son bonding time. So my compromise was to do something you wanted to do and something I wanted to do. For you it was bowling. For me it was go karts.
Well today after school when you found out what my plan was, the next 60 minutes were pure hell. You (and eventually mommy) bombarded me with all these different reasons why you did NOT want to drive go karts. You cried. She cried. You both felt like I was being a dictator. You both gave me such a hard time that I needed to walk away so ALL of us would cool off. And that just got both of you even more upset.
Eventually mommy left and you and I had a civil conversation. I explained to you that I simply wanted to introduce you to something new. Something fun. Something that you hadn’t done before. Something that would help you face your fears. Something that would give you confidence. Something that could become a new favorite hobby. Something that would give your friends one less reason to say you don’t know anything. Because kids can be cruel dude. And I want you feeling confident when you do stuff with your friends, partially because you’ve already done it with me.
Eventually I succumbed to the pressure and explained all this to you so you understood why I really wanted to take you. Instead we are going to do laser tag at this really cool place in Lehigh Valley, then dinner, then bowling. I am looking forward to a fun and memorable evening with you dude. No matter what, this wasn’t about me. This was about helping you grow. But I love you and no matter what we do, I will have fun with you.