I'm a boneheaded dork.
Speaking of calls ...
My older son, who I only met this year, called me this morning. We talked for almost an hour. He said a lot of things like that he wanted to call me on Christmas and New Year's, but was afraid that he would be interfering or butting in.
We talked about a week before Christmas and I had expressed how my wife and I were keeping Christmas for the young kids and not doing anything for each other.
I have no idea why I did not think of him at that time, during THAT conversation, but I did not. I think of him as a grown up (he's twenty nine, now). I should have at least called him during his stressful time, dealing with his own families' Christmas times, which were quite a mess from his description.
I feel like such a fucking heel. Why didn't I call him?
I tried to explain that he can always call me anytime, because he is part of my family, too, but my actions tell another tale. WTF is wrong with my brain? A simple two minute telephone call could have meant a lot to him. Of course, I thought about him, but "did not want to interfere" with his plans either.
Now I find that I misjudged.
Bonehead, dweeb, moron, socially inept fool am I!
He seemed OK and glad to talk, but timing is important, too and I feel His making the effort instead of me shows his strength and my weakness.