JP will shortly turn 4, which is a good thing—I’m not the sort of parent who thinks they grow up so fast. They don’t. Four years is a long time, I didn’t get to sleep for the first two of them, and last night at dinner, my son, my great love, mankind’s last and final hope, told me that he intended to “shoot me sooner” and also “burn me in the oven.” This because I said he couldn’t have his dessert until he cleaned his plate.
Anyway, with the birthday comes the party, which in a divorcing family such as mine is a true pleasure and joy. Last year, my ex and I were civil enough with each other to hold a joint party. This year … not so much.
We are currently in high-level discussions about holding such a party. To come to a decision—one party, two, how does it impact the custody agreement, does he get one bike or two?—requires the involvement of three lawyers, a mediator, four priests, her rabbi (she’s Catholic), and Kofi Annan. Outcome pending.
My point in all of this—and please, no need to remind me to put the child first, I know that—is I am curious what if any stories/perspectives my fellow divorced DadWagoners have on the topic. A minor thing in the long run, I know, but birthdays are a big deal to kids, and any help you folks out there have would be appreciated.
For the record, I suggested joint party.