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The Day That Started It All


It is a feeling I will never forget, the day my oldest daughter was placed in my arms.  The date was already a special date for me, as it was my late grandfather’s birthday, March 14th.

The news had come just two weeks prior, that travel had been moved up by three days, meaning I would arrive in China on March 13th.  I was told, I would be meeting my daughter the next day.  Get some sleep.

Besides being a male and the obvious biological differences, I have no idea about what it is like to experience the entire birth process from start to finish.  But when asked, “how did it feel when she was placed in your arms for the first time?”, I remember responding, “like giving birth.”  Though I had no idea as I said what childbirth was like physically, emotionally, I would think the exact moment of becoming a parent, by birth or adoption, rival each other in emotion.

I knew one thing for sure, my world changed at that very moment when she looked up at me, and nothing else would matter any more.  Within five minutes, with that unconditional love I felt from her for the first time in my life, I knew that I would want to adopt again.  And two years later, along came my younger daughter.  And yes, the feelings of joy were the same.

These anniversaries that I recognize with my daughters are as important to me as their birthdays.  Even more significant this time, it is likely the last one I will get to celebrate with her in person for a while.  Each year however, I will always remember what this date means to us.

 

Never Give Up


***as I do with a post like this, I need to offer this disclaimer for my trolls… nothing in this post represents anything about my particular domestic situation, and any similarity is purely coincidental.  Move on.

I see these stories several times a week, “I just can’t take any more,” or “I’m done!”, referencing domestic battles with former spouses and strained relations with children, due to bitter breakups.  Actually, bitter is often an understatement.  I often find myself able to relate as an adult, but the advice I give, is from a different angle, that, as an adult child of divorce.  It is one thing to think about how the actions affect a child now, but what about their future?

The stories are all start the same way.  “At what point do you give up?”  And to be clear, these situations are not just fathers in this position, but mothers as well.  This particular begins with an introduction to how long the situation has been, and how old his child is.  Close to a decade, the child is well into the teens now, which can cause problems of its own.

He mentions the time and efforts spent in court, fighting for his rights for custody to see his child, years.  There is no mention of any other issue related to the parents (such as support or abuse).  There are hints of cooperation, but they are few and far between before they end up back in court.

And then there are the efforts the father goes to, just to see his child.  The child was moved hours away by the custodial parent.  He makes no complaints about the lengths he goes to, to continue his relationship with his child.  But along with the temperament of a moody teenager, in his situation, the mother has had influence over the child as well, in a negative way towards the father.

There are so many parents in this situation.  This could easily be their story.

Money.  Time.  Distance.  Sacrifice.  The father did it all because the child meant so much to him.  The love is unconditional.

But this does take a toll on individuals emotionally and physically.  It ends one of four ways.  The parent keeps fighting, eventually coming out the other side with an amicable relationship finally worked out.  The parent keeps fighting, until the stress is too much for the body to handle, and with the resulting poor health, succumbs.  Sometimes, the fight is too much to handle emotionally, and a parent seeks the ultimate end, tragically, no longer able to fight, no longer able to live without the child they loved and raised.

And then there is the fourth option.  He writes, “when do you say ‘I love you and am here for you always,’ then walk away, defeated and beaten?

My response to him was two words, “you don’t.”

You don’t ever give up.  As I said in my disclaimer, I am careful not to mention my personal situation with my family.  I am speaking as an adult child of divorce.

I would eventually take on his issues one by one, giving a reality check from my ACOD point of view.

“Have to travel hours because the mother moved the child.”  My father lived ten minutes away from me.

“I am constantly in court, fighting for my visitation rights.”  Join the club.  You do what you have to do to be able to see your child.

“I just can’t do it anymore.”  Wrong.  You have to.

My point to him was not one of not understanding his situation, even from an ACOD reflection, he mentioned the distance and what it “cost” him, all of the sacrifices he made.  And then I wrote to him, “whether 8 hours or 10 minutes, you don’t give up.  No matter the situation you are in, as hard as it is, find someone to lean on, someone who understands or knows what you are going through, but you never give up.  My father gave up.  He lived only ten minutes away from me.  He had fights with my mother, but he gave up.  And then I grew older.  And that is what I knew.  He gave up.”

I know there are two sides to every story.  But I lost most of my childhood, and nearly a decade of my adulthood, with feelings against my father, because he “gave up.”  Time lost, neither of us could get back.  Any words spoken of that time, may provide understanding, but would never replace what was lost.

And yes, I said I don’t refer to my own divorce, but I will say this, it is because of what I went through with my father, that I promised myself and my daughters, I would never let that happen with us.  I would never give up.

And that is exactly what I said to this other father, “you don’t” give up.  Ever.  Your child will never forget if you did.

 

A Dad’s Thoughts


Ask anyone who knows me personally, and they will tell you that I think of my daughters all of the time.  Whether they were at daycare, in school, at a friend’s house, or in between visits, my mind is always going.

There are things that they have witnessed as children, they still have not taken the time to grasp, if they even will at all.  I have been completely open with my daughters that their questions should be answered.  And likely, there will be doozies that they were involved with, from issues related to the divorce, to their adoptions.

In the meantime, their lives have been spent with me making sure that they grew up with basic values, respect, trust, love.  It was important that they not only learned right from wrong, but why it was so.  I taught them that nothing that they succeed in, can come at anyone else’s expense.

The last several years, have been spent learning about prioritizing, time and money management, thinking about… THE FUTURE!!!!  Not to make the mistakes I made growing up.

The one thing that has been consistent?  I have let my daughters know, every chance that I get, that I am proud of who they are, and the things that they have done.  Of course, now older teenagers, when I do this, there is a response of an eye roll so bad into the backs of their heads, it produces a crashing sound of thunder.  Have I done it so much, that it has lost meaning over time?

This weekend is the first opportunity for the SATs in 2021.  As a rule, I loathe standardized tests as too much time in schools is spent teaching to take those tests.  But the SATs are different.

I do not remember that much about my first, and only SAT.  That was almost forty years ago, YIKES!  I had no prep.  I had no PSAT for practice.  I knew of no other opportunities to take the SAT again.  I had no guidance.  I was on my own.  This is referred to as “the school of hard knocks.”

My Dad was not there for me, most of my childhood and that was the way most of my life went, without all of these influences and needs being met.  There were no examples laying before me or any kind of playbook on decisions that had to be made with my daughters.  I raised my daughters the way that I wish I had been.

I cannot imagine the kind of student, or teenager I would have been, had my Father been as much of an influence as me with my daughters.  I was not an “eyeroller” because I just did whatever the Hell I wanted.  I was unsupervised.

All I knew was, my daughters were going to know that I love them and care about them, unconditionally.

Learning from my past, my older daughter heads into her first opportunity with the SAT, understanding that she is going to take the SAT at the minimum a second time.  She has had tutoring to help her along the way, with a huge study guide, and an on-line study program.  She has taken the PSAT (practice SAT) twice.  In other words, unlike I did forty years ago, just showing up on a Saturday morning to take the SAT, my daughter is as prepared for the SAT as she can be.  My younger daughter is just behind her at the PSAT level.

And yes, cue the sound of the “eyeroll thunder.”  I am proud of them.  And I will let them know it.  I am pretty sure that my older daughter would make a great poker player, as she never shows her hand when it comes to nerves.  If she is nervous about this weekend, she is not showing it.  She never has.  It is that one final thing that both have been taught, in the end, she did her best.  And whatever score she gets, that was her best.  If it needs to be better, she will work on it.  But for now, she gives her best, does her best.  It is her best.

Good luck to my older daughter this weekend.  I know you will do well.

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