My son has just compared my husband, his dada to Jesus Christ. What the fuck is going on.
My mother warned me about this. She told me once I became a mother no matter how much I did for the child they would still always gravitate to dada, think he was good guy, the cool guy and of course think he hung the moon. She said it was just a fact of mother hood. Granted, I was blessed enough to have a father than did hang the moon and Max, well the Lord has blessed him with the same kind of man, but to compare him to Jesus Christ—that’s a little fucking much don’t ya think?
We were driving home from day-care today—It was like a freaking tsunami outside, the weather was terrible. From the back seat I hear Max say, “Jesus is coming you know” I thought quickly to myself holy shit I’m doing an amazing job this kid is a genius. I said he sure is, it’s called the return of Christ, he will come for all his children and will take us up to Heave to live with him forever and ever.” I looked in the rearview mirror and saw both Max’s eyes and mouth wide open with a look of shock. Shit I thought, perhaps that explanation was a little too much for a three-year old.
Then all of a sudden he said yes and when he comes back his car is beautiful momma—it’s so beautiful and he is coming back to go to work. Jesus works just like my dada—Jesus is like my dada.
At the stop sign in my head I’m saying you have got to be shitting me…did he really just compare Eric to Jesus Christ? I replied with ”Yup. That’s right Bubba.” Hell, what was I suppose to say? I didn’t wanna crush the kids’ spirit or anything.
I laughed as we pulled into the drive way as I thought about what my mom had once said, “Daddy’s get all the credit love. We stay up with them when they are first-born, we stay up with them when they are sick, we administer the breathing treatments, the medicines you name it and we’re doing it, but daddy’s, they get all the credit . Just get ready, it’ll happen to you.”
Son of a bitch…. Eric = Jesus Christ? Come on…Really!!!
Well, I suppose every child should believe their dada hung the moon—but every child should also believe their momma created the fucking universe so dada would have somewhere to hang that bloody ass moon.