I considered skipping it.
When I’ve visited Lincoln’s kindergarten class in the past, I didn’t feel like it mattered if I was around or not.
He can be aloof at times.
Or he can become so focused on his art project or game that he doesn’t realize I’m there for him.
He won’t notice if I skipped this morning’s kindergarten activity would he? I know it’s for students and their fathers. I can always tell him I had to work.
Those were my thoughts as I searched for a parking spot outside the school. I couldn’t locate a spot and nearly jumped back on the road and headed into work.
But I decided to ignore the “Faculty Only” sign and eventually ran onto the grass where the children and fathers had gathered. Surely he won’t notice I’m fifteen minutes late.
I scanned the schoolyard looking for my son. So many children running around like ants without a purpose. Parents herding kids from one area to another. The parachute and face painting areas were packed. Maybe he’s mixed in among one of them.
I wonder what he wore to school. Mom would have known and found him by now.
He’s probably found his best friend. I’m sure he’s having a great time without me. Why would he care if his dad showed up? I’m not very good with the sidewalk chalk and I’m too old to be much of a threat in the crab walk races.
And then I noticed a boy with wiry blond hair and silver glasses that slide down his nose. He was near the tug-o-war, away from the other kids. His hands were in his pockets and his head was down.
I walked towards him.
He turned towards me. I notice a couple of tears making their way down his cheek after sliding under his glasses.
“DAD!! Hey, where have you been?”
We spent the next hour going around to each of the activities. We shot baskets. We tossed water balloons. He didn’t let me out of his sight. He even kicked my butt at the crab walk.
Today he noticed.