But when I have a weeping 7-year-old in my bed at 3:30 in the morning who says, "Daddy, you're a better Mommy than Mommy," I find it difficult not to care about the fact that I can't control it -- know what I mean?
Can't control a child's crying? A child's saying that the dad is more nurturing than the mother? Can't take away the pain? The child's disappointment and ongoing hurt?
It hurts more when the kids hurt. And I couldn't understand why their father cut them from his daily life. I had no answers. Yet I did know.. that I was so lucky they were in my lives, that everyone expresses love differently and loves them to the best of their ability. That you can focus on the bad, or accept it and embrace what is so great in life.
And you always were a better 'Mommy' than Mommy. It's not about fixing.. it's about 'being'..
