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Best Interest Of The Child


An interesting story came across my newsfeed this week. It was about a step-mother, who mentioned that her husband, had 50-50 custody with his children, an arrangement that had been working for nearly three years, as it was written. The step-mother was seeking opinions from others, about the potential to seek additional custody, as the children appeared under duress, stressed, and saddened as they returned to the mother after recent visits.. The step-mother felt that the emotional anguish demonstrated was cruel for the children, and felt that additional time with their father might help alleviate that.

My first thoughts were, “wow, your husband has 50-50 custody of his children? That’s awesome!” The original draft of my custody, had me going from a full-time Dad with no domestic issues whatsoever, to being able to spend time with them 20-80 which was completely unacceptable to me. I was able to argue for some additional time, but nowhere near 50-50 that I felt I should have had offered to me.

But there is one thing that I can totally relate to this person’s post. And I will do it two different ways. First, as I have mentioned in the past, I am an “ACOD” – adult child of divorce. My parents split when I was three years old. As I grew, visits with my father became fewer, by his choice, then eventually mine. By my choice, it is likely a combination of things I heard growing up about him, along with his actions of not showing up as expected. Of the visits that I do recall with him, I do not remember being upset at all. In fact, I did not even talk about them with my mother when I returned. I just returned to what I was doing prior to my Dad picking me up.

As an adult however, now divorced with children of my own, it has been a much different story. I went from kissing my daughters good night every night, waking them for school every morning, and greeting them as they got off the bus every day. We had dinner with each other every evening. We laughed, we played, we swam, and went for ice cream. Other than my health issues, there was never any question of our Father/Daughter relationship. Then I filed for divorce.

Of course the dynamics of the family change dramatically in a divorce, the parents no longer living with each other. It was not soon after the decision was agreed, that I would leave the house, however, that a comment came from my daughter’s mouth that caught me off guard. “I’m not the one who left their family(referring to me).” This was not a comment that should be coming from a pre-teen child, even in thought. Clearly she had heard it from another grown-up within ear shot. To which I quickly and calmly corrected her, “no, I did not leave our family. I am still with you and your sister. The divorce is just between your mother and I, not you, your sister, and I.” She was not being scolded as it was not her fault for what she overheard, but she did seem confused, the statement I said, made sense to her.

As an ACOD, I had it in my head, I did not want my daughters to have similar feelings I had when it came to my father. So it was my intentions to do all that I could to remain involved in my daughters lives, whether by video, by phone, or in person. Sure, it may not have always been convenient. But they were never going to know the level of loss that I experienced.

The first few custody exchanges went without any major issues occurring. Which I believed allowed my daughters to experience a new “normalcy” not much different than when we were all together. I would return them to their mother, with wonderful memories of the time just spent together. And current emotions were usually mine (because I no longer had those every night, every day experiences), which I kept hidden the best I could, as they walked away from me, until the next time that I saw them. They seemed content in those early moments, regardless of the unfairness of the visitation order.

Then something started happening. Without going into the details, there came interference with the visits, several times, resulting in the visits not being conducted. I never allowed my daughters to see my emotions which were very highly upset as I struggled to get some sort of cooperation. But when a visit was finally allowed to occur, when it came time to return, I was not the only one struggling with my emotions, but now my daughters also, more visible, in the form of tears.

I would assure them that everything would be fine. We would see each other again soon enough, which unfortunately did not always hold true, in fact, given the recent history, there was no guarantee they would be given to me. Their tears were not necessarily for the farewell from the wonderful times we had, but I knew, though we never said the words, the tears were because we never knew when the next time would be. Interference had increased, and visits ended up not occurring. I was helpless to do anything, because I was not the one in control. All I could do was reassure that more visits would come.

As my daughters reached their teen years, these incidents decreased, and so did the tearful goodbyes. My resolve to spend time with my daughters, something that was given and natural from the days they were placed in my arms, was stronger than ever. My desire to be the Father they had always known, had never changed. Even during the pandemic years, the tears eventually ceased because I was able to convince them, everything was alright.

For me, it is now a different story, because they have finally reached adult age, graduated from high school, and now, my younger daughter is going to be heading to college. There are no more tears from them, but now plenty from me, backing up in my ducts. This is the circle of parenthood, what it is all about. It is a natural progression, if you allow it to happen.

In the case of the step-mother, it is easy to transfer feelings from someone to another, or feel a certain cause for that feeling, and then decide the solution needs to be changed, even if not necessarily for the better. With the step-mother, the child may be hurting, longing for what used to be, or perhaps wanting more time with their Dad. But seeking additional time, when it is already set at 50-50, and both parents support the rights of each other and the children, those tears are not about more time for the parent’s benefit.

My time, twice now, as an ACOD and as a divorced parent, is passed. And though I recognize, there are plenty of special and intense situations also known as high conflict, regardless of how one feels about a former spouse, it is not natural or healthy to involve a child in that conflict. Like I said, there are special circumstances. But for too long, it is those special circumstances, that led almost all courts, not just in the US, but around the world, to have the starting point of custody to be favored towards a mother, with no science or evidence necessary. Courts are now recognizing the unfairness of this process, and slowly, states in the United States are now making 50-50 the starting point, and if custody is to be contested, then evidence needs to be presented, and hatred is not evidence. What a difference this could have been for my daughters had this been possible for me, to spend equal time with both parents.

For the step-mother, there is something that is upsetting for the child, not necessarily wanting to spend more time with the father, or wanting more away from the mother. The child could be struggling with the fact, that both parents appear to be getting along, and if so, why can’t they still be together? Is it possible the child feels there is something they could do to improve the situation. It causes no harm to ask the child, why they are upset, and then provide them the comforting answer that is necessary that allows the natural relationships between mother and father to continue.

On This Date, 1826


Happy 4th of July everyone! Hopefully by the end of the day, everyone has all of their digits on both hands, and no one is missing a fur friend who may have run away from all the “bombs bursting in air.”

As a Dad, sure, I took advantage of holidays to have fun wherever my family awas, but I also wanted my daughters to learn that the holidays were more than just some leisurely time off. From Martin Luther King, Jr. Day to New Year’s Day, they may have had the day off from school, but I knew that some day, they would become adults, and more importantly, registered voters, it would be important that they understood history, that in most cases impact their lives today.

Though not officially a federal holiday until 1870, and became a paid federal holiday in 1941, the Continental Congress voted on July 2, 1776 voted for independence from England, and two days later, July 4th, representatives adopted the Declaration of Independence, written by Thomas Jefferson. There were disagreements when our “Independence Day” actually should have been celebrated, but the date became July 4th.

Much has been made about why pilgrims came to America, escaping from religious control, but freedom from/of religion was only a small part. Once settled in America, bigger issues came to front, such as realizing colonists were nothing more than a source to wealth to Great Brittain, not being considered their own citizens free of England, and the impositions of several laws, making it even more difficult for colonists, is what led to the Declaration of Independence.

That is basically the simplified nuts and bolts of July 4th. Obviously there is more to the historical importance, but each year, as we celebrate today, a majority of Americans forget how we got here, as evidenced with the continued conflation between “church and state”, with religious influence once again finding its way into determining the laws of the people. There are reasons there needs to be this separation, and that is one of the reasons colonists fled England.

But one of the few unrealized significances of this date occurred fifty years later, exactly. On July 4th, 1826, both founding fathers of the Declaration of Independence and former presidents, John Adams – 90 years old (#2 – Federalist) and Thomas Jefferson – 83 years old (#3 – Democratic-Republican) died within hours of each other. Some claim this was a coincidence, some claim “divine intervention.” Really, how freaky is that two presidents, founding fathers would not only die on the same day, but on the date of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, but also, the 50th anniversary of that signing. Some believe, and if you have ever witnessed the passing of a loved one, that both held on as long as the could, their desire to reach that specific date, and once reached, felt they could “leave.” Adams and Jefferson were friends, became adversaries, and in the end, were once again friends. Their passings on the same day, could not have been more appropriate.

Of course, we would not be Americans if some sort of conspiracy was not mentioned. Such as relatives and others giving experimental medications to the presidents to buy a short amount of time for them to reach the date, or worse, euthanasia once the date was reached. And no, “Paul’s Heart” is not promoting this conspiracy or any conspiracy. Just repeating what can be read on History.com.

There is a movement today, like no other, to forget our history. It was bad enough that teachers were being forced in this direction years ago. But now we have people running for office, even the highest of offices, the President of The United States, pushing that same agenda. Once again, religious decisions are being pushed onto citizens, and rights that have been in existence since before I was born, are now being taken away. Our history tells us what we fled from. Our ignorance to learn or teach our history, is causing us to repeat, or return to the conditions or forefathers did not accept.

So as we make today all about fun, the beach, picnics, concerts, hot dogs and apple pie, and of course fireworks, let’s try to remember, July 4th is a really big deal, something we should never forget. Thirteen years later, the backbone of our country, the Constitution of the United States was written. And though many amendments needed to be added, the preamble or introduction made it clear, our country was not perfect, though we strove to be so, and we would have to work hard to not only get there, but keep it, all based on one statement, and I am quoting from https://constitution.congress.gov/constitution/ ,

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”

Do you see it? “We the people.” That is us. We want justice, peace, protection, well-being (similar to happiness), liberty, and prosperity. I know when I was in elementary school, some fifty years ago, learning the history that was taught back then, the accurate history, not what is being taught to be scorned today, our country was on that path to building that more perfect union. I am hoping that we can get back on that path again some day.

A Vicarious Life


At one point in your life, you have had to hear the phrase “living vicariously through the life.” But what exactly does that mean? According to Merriam-Webster, it is “experienced or realized through imaginative or sympathetic participation in the experience of another.” When it is said, under normal circumstances, it usually refers to some sort of thrilling experience or achievement. But it can also apply to trauma or a traumatic event. Living vicariously means experiencing more out of something, by imagining yourself right in the thick of whatever is occurring, not just sitting back and watching it.

It can be said, that parents often live vicariously through their children. I make no assumptions about any particular parent, but many seem really push their children in extra curricular activities, sometimes, too hard, sometimes, too unrealistically. It is one thing for a child to have an interest in something, say basketball. It is another to build that child’s life to being the number one pick in the NBA draft. Or you can see it with so many “stage parents” on television or elsewhere, who may just have a natural born gift or talent pushing for a golden ring towards a big break in entertainment. What is the motivation? That is the difference between a dream, and living vicariously.

There is another way to live vicariously, and as opposed to what I previously wrote, is more likely to be beneficial, especially to the one who’s life is being piggy-backed to. Perhaps a person fell short in their own life with dreams that they had, whether by plan or by fate (i.e. health had other plans). Maybe, in the hopes of a child, a parent simply wants better for their child.

I have done this parent thing with my daughters by “instinct.” The only role models for fatherhood that I had, were those of my friends who had fathers, and of course TV dads. As far as my friends were concerned, I knew their family makeup was different than mine, and as for TV dads, well, Hollywood is not necessarily accurate. Oddly enough, it was the things that I feel that I missed growing up, that helped me to make the decisions that I did. More importantly, I realized that probably the thing needed by my daughters most, was guidance.

Growing up, they learned values and morals quickly. They learned the importance of making decisions, which would result in rewards, and which would result in consequences. As I said, I wanted them to have a better start in their adult life than I had. Whatever cliche you want to use, trial by fire, school of hard knocks, there was no reason for my daughters to learn the way that I did. I needed them to learn how to communicate when issues needed to be worked out. I wanted them to learn how not to make the financial mistakes that their parents made.

It appears that in those regards, I have succeeded. Fortunately, everything has worked out in the things they have done, just as I said it would. It would have been nice to have gotten advice like I gave my daughters, from anyone, anyone.

But what about the fun stuff? My health history has made that a bit more difficult because I can no longer do the things that I once used to, especially with them. I am still about the opportunities that I want them to have and if I get to watch along the way, that is living vicariously through them. I get my greatest joy seeing their smiles, whether it is skiing, swimming with dolphins, or riding a roller coaster. Them getting to have fun, is me having fun.

The great thing in the end, is the direction that each daughter is going in, is their direction, their dreams, not mine. I want only for them to be happy, healthy, and prosperous. How they get there is up to them. They just know that they have my endless support and guidance.

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