I'm Blessed

I’m blessed.

I have a four-year-old son. I am divorced. Though officially, I have custody of my baby, my ex husband and I share custody equally.

I’m blessed.

I never knew my biological father. My mother ran half across Canada to get away from him while I was just an infant. I met him for the first and last time when I was 13 years old.

I’m blessed.

When couple’s with children separate, the children suffer as well. In most cases, I honestly believe it’s best for the parents to find common ground and pull through for their babies. In some cases, I fully believe what my mother did was right.

When I met my father, I also met my half-brother and my father's new wife. She shivered and shook at any quick movement he made, almost embracing for the bash that was about to crack into her. She quivered when he spoke. I’m blessed because I was saved from a childhood of physical abuse from my father. I hope my half brother was saved the same way.

When I divorced my husband, he and I had already spent a year prior, setting a less than desirable example as a couple for my son. My ex was physically abusive, though not regularly. There is a clinical reason for his temper being as it was. He now, shows no signs of or desire to abuse, me nor my son and we get along just fine. I’m blessed because I’m able to insure my son will be raised with both his parents in his life, trying to set a positive example for him.

There are some cases, where the children simply aren’t as lucky as I figure both me and my son are. If you’re in one of those situations now deciding on your children’s fate, trust your gut. My mom did. I did. And believe until today, we’ve both made the best possible choices for our children.