We’ve had a really excellent weekend, especially Julia, because we did the following:
- splash pad/waterslide park on Saturday
- McDonald’s with gramps (my dad wouldn’t think of bringing her anywhere else)
- Pizza dinner at grampas
- huge bonfire at grampas
- ride on great grampa’s motorized chair on huge drive-way
- badminton with mom
- played with 3 other kids and ate donuts, drank pop, ate ketchup chips
- stayed in bathing suit ALL DAY!
Sunday:
- delicious fruit salad breakfast on the porch
- swimming with mom and Daimie
- splash pad/waterslide park with mom
- new She-ra episodes
- stayed in bathing suit ALL DAY, and almost got to sleep in it
But, on the way back from the splash pad, she had a melt down. She was crying for her dad (not the first time) who she will see tomorrow, and told me that it was hard to live in two houses. So true! She expressed that it unfair that her new sister will be able to live with her mom and dad all the time, and she still has to go back and forth between two houses. I think she appreciated that I cried along with her, how could I not? It’s not ideal, but it is the best we can do. We talked it out, about how hard it is, but also knowing this is our reality, and it’s not the worst situation. Before we went on to talk about why it’s great to have two houses and all the many people who love her, we just accepted and reflected on the sad that sometimes comes with split families. We stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, sobbing though my sunglasses, Julia in her damp bathing suit and embraced. I was blown away and touched by her awareness of her feelings and her ability to be so honest about what is going on. We never like to see out children sad, but atleast I know she doesn’t mind sharing the not-so-happy thoughts with me too, this I hope continues forever.
