Originally a comment on a popular post but thought it was worth sharing here.I’ve been separated from my wife since April, living on my own since July. We have 50/50 custody.A few weeks ago, I’ve purchased our Christmas tree, bought new lights, and have a box of ornaments from my ex. The three of us — me, my 8-year old daughter and 4-year old son — have a special night of tree decorating. As a parent, there is literally nothing I’d rather be doing in this world.As I’m looking through the box, a thought occurs to me. I text my ex: “Did you pack ornament hooks?”“No — sorry.”This night I’d really looked forward to, gone in a puff of smoke, as it was too late to pack up the kids for a trip to the store. My heart is always on my sleeve, and I was crestfallen and stunned.“Daddy, we have to go do something,” my daughter announces.A bit later, she says there’s a surprise in my room. I was in the middle of dinner prep so couldn’t drop everything. Daughter reminds me of this later, says I should go look. Now? Yeah, now.The two of them made me three drawings. My little guy made me a bunch of pictures on one page, including a house and an octopus arm. ‘Cause why not.My daughter, whose EQ has always been off the charts, draws a rainbow for me. On top, she writes, “You are the best!” In the other drawing, a series of hearts that are also rainbow-colored, saying love/love/love/you/you/you (she said later she meant to write I/love/you but made a mistake).I nearly cried. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2ZBVoog
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