Whenever my son is sick or injured and not with me, it breaks me a little. It fractures me.
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Me though... it wounds me. Until he’s with me, it wounds me.
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We’d meet at the bagel place to exchange our son.
I’d walk out the door feeling the momentarily relief of being “off duty”.
Then I’d get in my car and cry.
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Oh, how I know what that’s like.
If you’re a parent who turns on the TV to drown out the silence, oh, how I know that hurt.
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The hardest part of a divorce with kids isn’t losing a spouse. It’s losing time with your kids.
If you’re a parent who sees your kids less than you want, oh, how I see you.
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But as I’ve been told many times “It only takes one healthy parent.”
Let it be you.
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Oh, how I see you.
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Life offers us opportunities even when imperfect.
Make their favorite meal on the night they come home. Make a tradition of it. Live fully in the times they’re with you. Quality is so very much more important than quantity.
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There will be times when you wish it were different.
The story of your relationship with your children is written in the moments together no matter how hard the moments apart.
I know this much is true.
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