I post this with caution because I’m going blog about a very serious topic with humor. Divorce. I don’t think it’s a funny thing. I’ve said it before we don’t use that in our conversations. But Emma heard about a boy in her class today whose parents live in different houses and the conversation that ensued was, well, funny.
The girls aren’t really around anyone that’s divorced so I guess the concept was a bit foreign. Emma brought it up at dinner tonight. So I calmly explained that sometimes Mommy’s and Daddy’s decide not to be married anymore and then live in two different houses and that the kids would probably live with one of them. Leave it to Lexi…
Lexi (talking brightly as if she had a great idea): Daddy, I would live with you here and Mommy you could live in the house next door and be our neighbor! I want to live with Daddy because he knows how to build stuff!
Me (feigning hurt-sort of): Lexi, you would pick Daddyy??
Lexi: Yes!
Me: Emma, you would live with Mommy wouldn’t you?
Emma: Yes! I was just going to say I would pick Mommy.
Well. At least I know what to expect ahead of time.
The parents of one of Matthew’s friends went through a particularly ugly divorce a few years ago. He saw how hurt his friend was by it and out of the blue one day on the ride home from school he announced, “I don’t want to be divorced”. I assumed he was talking about when he was older so I tried explaining that sometimes when people stop being good to one another it is better if they spend some time apart and he said, “I KNOW, but I don’t want our family to be divorced.” Nothing could have made me want to try harder at my marriage than that sentence.
wow, that would do it!