I'm a reader. When I was pregnant, I read every book I could get my hands on about pregnancy. Then I read about infants, then toddlers, and so on as they grew. I was a young mother, but I was determined to be the best mother possible. Unfortunately, when my children were 10 and 12, their father and I made the heart wrenching decision to separate, and then divorce.
At that moment, I felt like a failure as a parent. My sons AJ and Scotty became 'children of divorce', definitely not the optimal route to success that I had wanted to give them.
I'll admit right now, in the emotional next few months I didn't do much of anything right. The intentions were there - the ex and I wanted to do the best we could for our boys, but the process of moving from a couple to two individuals is such an emotional journey that all we could do is keep most of the crazy away from the kids. We tried.
After the first few chaotic months, we settled into an amicable fifty-fifty custody situation. This worked well for us for a few years. By this time, I was in a new relationship, and I was taking steps to blend my new significant other and his son into my family. I threw myself into my new relationship, and into bonding with my new step son, Ty. I took for granted that the existing bonds with my children were strong enough to weather any storm. Please, if you take one thing from this blog, realize that ALL relationships need tending. Bonds that you think are unbreakable still suffer from benign neglect.
So at 14, AJ started asking if he could live with his dad. Thankfully, the ex agreed with me that it would be a bad idea, and we were a united front encouraging him to stick it out with the fifty-fifty situation. We were able to continue with the existing arrangement for another two years, but finally, the summer after AJ's grade 11 year, things came to a head. At 16, my oldest son left my house to live full time with his father. He left angry, and I was so hurt. We had very little contact for the next few years. It was very hard on me, having my child choose to leave me. Yes I do understand that I sound very selfish and self-centered. I was.
Looking back, I realize that AJ was suffering deeply. He was trying to survive in a situation with no real good choice. I have come to understand that while a fifty-fifty custody situation is the ideal for the parents, it isn't necessarily ideal for the kids. Can you imagine having to live in a different house each alternating week? Can you put yourself in those shoes and imagine how it would be to adjust each week to different rules, to constantly do a mental check about whether you have everything you need for the week at Dad's house, or Mom's house? I picture it as living constantly as if you are on the last day of your vacation. Everyone knows that feeling, right? The feeling of loving your vacation, but being completely ready to get back to normal. Except my sons didn't really have a normal - and to get a full time home (which I am certain they craved) they would have to hurt one of their parents by picking the other one.
AJ is now 21, and I can happily share that our relationship has never been stronger. I never stopped trying to rebuild our bond, and eventually, he gave me another chance. In other news, when Scotty was 16, and struggling with the same dilemma, we made the transition much more gracefully. I proactively gave him permission to choose a full time home. I promised him that I would be ok, and that he didn't need to worry about hurting me. I committed to regular lunch dates that continue to this day, so that we could maintain a strong connection while sleeping under different roofs.
Please remember that when your teen children make the decision to live with one parent or the other, they are simply looking for peace and permanence. The parent not chosen needs to be the adult, and focus on staying connected to their child instead of allowing distance and hurt to create barriers.
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