This will be my strangest and most emotional summer as a dad.
It’s the bridge to the other phase of my parenting journey. On the last day of school, I would be waiting for them to jump in the car. Then we would drive into the horizon.
The summer would be devoted to them.
This was the one time of the year where it was all daddy-all the time. How much can I download into their minds? What beliefs do I need to review? What upcoming issues will they be encountering? Have I taught them everything that I know? Who should they meet to inspire them even more?
There will be no more court-ordered summers together.
By this time next year, there will be no court-ordered weekends either. They will have a choice. Will they choose to share their time with daddy? Will they visit and tell me what they have going on in their lives?
I hope so.
We value things that are in limited supply. Scarcity of time forced me to maximize every moment I had with them. I didn’t have the privilege of abundant time together.
They’re ready to cross the bridge to the other side.
They have the operating system and tools needed to excel, adapt, and grow. My girls know truths about life that I learned in my forties.
I think I’ve done well with them.
The car salesman told me I did well, so it must be true.
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