
One of the worst things about divorce is how it affects your kids. For the rest of their lives, they will have to deal with the mess you've made. On the bright side of it all, I'm so thankful to have all three of our boys at home the majority of the time. Then the "Every other weekend" comes. It is a thing I both look forward to, and dread.
Every other weekend, the kids go stay with their "other" parents. Ben with his "mom," and Spence and Will with their "dad." This is both an obvious blessing and an undeniable curse.
Blessing: A weekend free, a night free, or even just an hour free from the usual requests, squabbles, defiances, and demands of parenthood. And while you miss your children a lot, you get some time to recharge those battered batteries.
Curse: It's like every other weekend, letting go of your most precious possessions, your life's purpose. And with a big hug, and a kiss on the forehead, you buckle them in the car and force a smile, wave goodbye and watch as they are escorted away by Lex Luthor. Suddenly the little things that were driving you crazy all week, seem unimportant, and you just wish they could stay. It takes a lot of faith to trust the untrustworthy.
The real thing that is difficult here is not being the parent saying goodbye, it is being the child who must go between households whether or not they like it. I can't even imagine what it would be like to be in their shoes. Their relationship with mom and dad must also be a double-edged sword. That being said, I am proud of them for doing what they do and still smiling so brightly.
I just can't wait til they come home tomorrow.
5 comments:
Rochelle, you said this perfectly!
I know what you mean....its the thing I think about MORE than anything else....
I read this late last night and went straight to my daughter's room to cuddle her while she was sleeping.. You're such a good Mom, your boys are lucky to have you!
Oh Rochelle, you are such a good mom! I grew up with "every other weekends" and "every Monday night." Sometimes my mom had to force me to go and I'm really glad she did, for me, for her and for my dad. It makes kids strong and it makes them appreciate their moms A LOT.
I was the every other weekend, and Wednesday nights girl--- thankfully my parents were both rock stars-- they never let us see/hear if they disagreed. But it was tough in other ways-- and I know it shaped me in to the person that I am. You're the bestest mom ever. I am so proud of you for all that you have accomplished!!
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