Weekend Parent

I had only learned about my son a few years after he was born, and I took another year after that to get the paternity established to prove that I really was his father.

Once that was all figured out, I had worked it out with Patricia, my son's mom, so that I could have him on the weekends. It pained me to only be a weekend parent, but I knew she already had a way of life figured out for him during the week, and none of it included time with me.

I loved those weekends that I got with him. He was such a fun and sweet little boy, and every time I stopped to watch him play, I thought about what I must have been like at his age.