I was in a cafe putting honey in my tea observing a young dad and his four, perhaps five year-old son perched on stools drinking hot chocolate.
The kid says, “Dad, how come mom never lets me have cocoa in the morning like you do?”
“I only see you once a week so I try to make it special for you.”
My heart (and post needs) pinched urging me to stall and eavesdrop further.
“Why don’t you like mom anymore?”
“I love mom, but we fight too much Kenny and it’s better, at least for now, that I’m not there.”
I have such mixed feelings about children and divorce, or in this case, separation. Is it better to fight in front of your kids putting them through all that drama, just so they have parents under the same roof, or is what this guy said healthier?
I had prizefighters for parents swinging at each other well into the night, so for me, when they finally split it was for the better. At least I got some sleep. But if you saw the pleading look on Kenny’s face, you’d think otherwise.
“Dad, I won’t tell mom about the cocoa cause, she’ll go nuts.”
“Yeah Kenny, that’s probably a good idea since we know what happens when she gets mad.”
“Is your arm all better?”
“Almost. It hurts sometimes, when I sleep.”
“I’m sorry dad.”
“It’s okay. I’m just so happy to see you.”
They hugged, and I knew it was time to leave when tears started spilling into my heavily honeyed tea.