My husband was not the most useful partner to have around the house when we had young children. He can’t cook, is far from handy and could spend hours reading the morning paper oblivious to how much I juggled every morning.
44 years, 2 children and 1 divorce later, I still stand by my choice for the father of my children.
When I was considering not traveling to London for my first grandchild’s birth, terrified in those early Covid days, he stated, “I’m going, I’ll take the risk”. He was nearly 80 years old.
When my son, who is on the spectrum, declared at age 40 that he was ready to learn to drive, I knew it wasn’t going to be me accompanying him on that journey. I cheer him on from the safety of my living room. My ex husband, on the other hand, shows his faith in my son’s abilities by sitting in the front passenger seat of the car and coaching him on how to merge onto a 4 lane highway.
In his own way, he has helped to prepare my son to live a fuller life now and when we are gone. This is how he shows up.
My daughter says she owes her partnership with her husband in part to her dad. Because he is the type of parent who thoughtfully leaps to the defence of a good partnership, validating and avoiding blame.
And to me, the mother of his children, he has offered a consistent connection of cooperation and respect.
Happy Father’s Day to the Father of my Children - GAG!
PS! If you are in the greater Philadelphia area on Sat June 21 please join me at our first Breakfast Party in Rittenhouse Square. *The time has been extended - now 8-9:30. Please register asap - thank you!
Warmly,
Miss Pam
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