So I’m the single mom of a 7-nearly-8-year-old Dumpling of Joy. Short version of the story: got pregnant at 17, was promised marriage by boyfriend who was joining the Army, opted against abortion, abandoned by boyfriend, had child alone. So, 8 years later, after many months of support from my (and only my) family, 3 years of living on my own, from low-paying to high-paying jobs but no time to attend college, Sperm Donor makes his usual every-two-years call saying he wants to get to know my son.
Okay, I’ve been through this before. He’s called and said as much before, and each time, it turns my life inside out. Each time, I tear myself up with guilt because of the not-small part of me that screams, “I have done ALL of the work! I have sat in emergency rooms with him while he has a 103-degree fever! I have helped him with his homework, bandaged his skinned knees, taken him to ballgames, cheered him on in soccer, watched cartoons with him, made him francheezies, taken him to the park, played catch, danced with him in the kitchen to oldies, sent him to his room for lying, washed his underwear, read the Willy Wonka books with him, and kissed him and told him I love him every night before bed. ME. I have done it all, and loved (most) every minute. Sperm Donor does not deserve to know him, claim him as his child, after all this time. It’s not fair. He is MY son, and his father will be the man we choose to give that title, if ever.”
And I feel guilty for thinking this, like my child is a possession. Because - and this is the rub - I don’t want to deprive the Dumpling of meeting his father, such as he is. I don’t want DJ to think I’m stopping him from meeting the Donor because I’m mean, or jealous, or whatever. Personally, knowing the Donor, I doubt that anything will come of this sudden paternal desire this time, as it hasn’t come to anything the last three times he’s done it, either. But I don’t know for sure - he seems pretty serious about it now - it just feels different.
Besides, if I did allow them to meet, what would I say? “Hey kiddo, meet your father”?! Last time around, I decided that if they did meet, I wouldn’t tell my son who the Donor really was, just introduce him as an old friend, until the Donor really showed an interest in maintaining a relationship. Of course, my son was two years younger then, and he’d probably pick up on the tension a lot more now.
I guess I could ask my son and allow him to make the decision, but I’m not sure that he can handle that.
Relevant specifics I should mention - I am in a relationship myself, with a very stable and good person (about 2-1/2 years now). We’re living together, and have agreed that if/when it comes to marriage, he will adopt my son. My son doesn’t call my boyfriend “dad” or anything, but my boyfriend is an authority figure in our home, and has established a warm relationship with my son. The Donor’s name is NOT on the birth certificate, so I don’t know that he would ever have a legal custody or visitation claim for my child (we’re in Illinois, and I’m looking into it). If you asked my son about his parents today, he’d say, “I don’t have a dad, just a mom.” - when he has questions, I answer them honestly, and have never bad-mouthed the Donor. I simply told him that his father and I didn’t agree on a lot of things, and that his father wasn’t ready or able to be a parent, so it was best that I raise him alone.
I want to make a reasoned decision. But so many emotions are wrapped up in this, I don’t trust my instincts. Has anyone here been in this sort of situation? Any insight or advice would be really, really appreciated.
By the way, anyone who feels the need to make sanctimonious “don’t get pregnant if you’re not married, duhhhh” remarks, I politely invite you to cram it.