The Joys of a divorced Dad

Today my son came to visit me straight from school. He was going to another event straight from school, he was hungry, and his evening meal was not due until late that evening. So I, of course, didn't even hesitate; I opened the fridge, took out my own pre-made meal for the day, and gave it all to him.

Watching him eat so heartily brought tears to my eyes.

The love of a father for his children is so great, and cannot be adequately described.

What a privilege it is to provide for your own children.

What a joy it is to watch them grow.

What fun it is to cook with them, to play with them, to do their homework with them.

What an honour to explore nature with them, to work in the garden side-by-side, to discuss the best way to cut a tree down like two chums.

What a pleasing responsibility it is, to teach them things you wish you had known when you were their age!

My two boys were my best friends for years. There was no one else I'd rather hang out with. We went for muddy walks together, went swimming in the sea in winter, climbed high trees, built igloos, played music together.

As they grew into teenage, they started desiring their own space.

My love of course grants them this. There is no merit in holding someone back or down.

If you love someone, let them go. If they come back, that's a bonus.

When you let them go, do so with all your heart.  Absorb the loss.  Grieve.

Fortunately, my boys came back with increased love and respect for me. Which is of course how I treat them!

I taught them they could be anything they wanted to be.

I encouraged them and lifted them up every day.

I forbade gossip and bad mouthing in my presence.

We always strove to find the good in every situation.

I made sure we looked beyond the physical,

always listened to both sides of a story,

and never judged anyone.

Children are to be loved and protected and released. Don't clip their wings, let them fly.