I think Joey’s dad’s okay.
He calls and talks to his boy
And, since Joey puts all personal conversations on speaker, I am privy to both sides of their conversation.
And my take is this young man’s okay.
There is no bull-shit in his attempt to reconnect with his firstborn.
And he needs to be what he has been so far: Sincere…and patient…and willing to wait…and willing to work…and willing to work…and willing to work…
Coz Joey ain’t gonna make it easy for his father.
When it’s time to end a call, Joey’s dad always says, “Good bye, Jo Jo, I’m so glad your mom’s finally letting me talk to you. Call me tonight. Please. I love you.”
And Joey always says, “Bye. Don’t forget to send the cell phone you promised me.”
This morning I whispered, “Tell him you love him back.”
He rolled eyes but complied and, after he hung up, I asked, ” Are you mad at him, Joey? Mad coz he’s been gone so long?”
“Then why do you look mad? Why are you so quiet on the phone? And why don’t you tell him you love him, too?”
“I’m not mad. I’m sad. He’s so far away. Mom’ll never let me see him. Stay with him.”
“You don’t know tha…”
“Oh, yes, I do. And Pops. Pops hates him as much as he hates you. No offense.”
“None taken when it’s the truth.”
I’m driving Little Man to school when he asks, “Isn’t the son supposed to have his father’s last name?”
“It’s up to the son.”