Labor Day with the boys. 10 to 4 didn’t leave much time. Didn’t go to Chuck E. Cheese, nor to the beach. No sleep-over, no time for cuddling or to see Papa. So why am I floating on Cloud 9?
Because at the park I got to see Ryan befriend one of the nicest little girls, Lorraine, with the most radiant smile. So proud of the way he played with her. And she with him. Don’t you think they seem very comfortable in each other’s space? Boy meets Girl. Free, authentic, and without agenda.
From the park I took them to the McDonald’s playground, where Ben became more engaged than I’ve seen him in a long time, signs he is rebounding from his summer regression.
Ben gave Daddy an abundant share of hugs and kisses. Later, as I was walking back to my car and his mother was buckling him in, I heard Ben say, “Go with Daddy?” Teresa didn’t get it, and asked him to repeat himself. “Go with Daddy?” he said again, as both question and statement. As I drove away, my heart smiled. My connection with Ben is growing beautifully in spite of the obstacles. But at the same time my heart ached. For I was reminded of the consequences of divorce, and the confusion and uncertainty that is visited upon our children.