There are so many moments that Teddy and I look at each other and know how blessed we are to have the family we have now, and that is always what we ultimately look to. But sometimes it’s hard. Raising our girls to the best we can control in our own home and environment, and then letting them go to another parent, that we know loves them, but we can’t control what they are going to do, or feel, or learn while they’re away from us.
The words “I miss my daddy”, might mean something different for so many people. For me they are words that I dread and yet am happy my 3 and a half year old daughter speaks. The other day she said those words “I miss my daddy” while sitting at the table to eat her lunch. After consoling her a bit, I realize she doesn’t think she’s going to see him for a long time. For her daddy is the guy she goes and sees every now and then, that she seems to have fun with, and then she comes back home to her mommy family with me and Teddy and her eight year old ‘sissy'(if sissy isn’t staying with her other mom).
It’s a hard conversation trying to comfort my child when she misses her daddy. And trying to be the most positive Continue reading