I never wanted the label, never wanted the stigma, never wanted to be one of "them." Most especially, I never wanted my boys to be labeled "children of divorce."
It ate at me for a long time. It was in many ways as difficult to overcome as the loss of my ex-wife in my life.
Slowly I began to realize...I don't do labels. I'm a teacher and I refuse to label the kids I teach. I refuse to characterize a person because of a characteristic or belief system they hold.
So why was I so worried about being labeled "divorced?"
I prefer to choose to be the exception.
They say kids are scarred by divorce. I choose to believe that I can have something to do with my boys NOT being scarred by their parents divorce.
They say that second marriages fail at a higher rate than first marriages. But I choose to be the exception, knowing that this new marriage will, this time, last until death do us part.
We all have our periods of wallowing in the mire. In some strange way I think we need a little bit of that just to process the massive shock this is to our system.
But each of us get to choose how long we stay there. I'm not going to be another stereotypical divorce statistic.
There's too much good life out there still left to be lived.
Blessings,
Bill
"Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon."
