Last night was my sons annual football banquet. Each year I put together a highlight video for the boys and their families to watch, each boy is given a copy as a memento of the season. Last night was no exception and after hours of preparation the video was again ready to go and copies made for each boy.
I arrived at the restaurant early to make certain that everything was ready to go and that video would play on their televisions. Once this was finished I anxiously waited for my boy to arrive. I hadn’t seen him in days and was excited for the opportunity to talk with him. I quietly sat and waited about twenty minutes for him to arrive.
Suddenly I felt him place his arms around my shoulders as he hugged me and said hi dad, I love you. My heart swelled momentarily until I heard his mother sternly inform him that he couldn’t sit with me and had to sit with her. I watched a sadness appear on his face as he gave me another quick hug, whispered I love you and went to sit near his mother. As I surveyed the room, I noticed that the other boys were all sitting together in the center tables, my dear boy was sitting head down next to his mother as he quietly obeyed her demands.
I sat there, my heart aching for my boy as he humbly and dutifully did as he was instructed, all the while watching the other boys laugh and play. I was grateful to see his mothers friend arrive nearly 30 minutes later when she finally allowed him to sit with his friends, so she could have her moment to “talk”.
Alone I sat at my table, watching my boy both quietly sitting next to his mother and also as he laughed with his friends. I fought the tears and anger at the way his mother controlled him. I thought to myself how much I would have loved to have been able to sit with him, yet this was his night to be with his friends, it wasn’t about what I wanted, it should have been about what he wanted, this was his night for him and his team.
I often sit in silence. I often sit alone. The numbness from the continual hurt at watching my kids many times from a distance pierces my soul. I hunger for the days when they can express their love for me, their dad, without fear of the reaction from their mother. My only hope and prayer is that one day my children will come to grasp the magnitude of my love and devotion for them, even if at times it is from a distance created by others…
You are a very powerful and honest writer, and a very wise Dad. Your son knew you were there at all times, even if he wasn’t allowed to acknowledge it.
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Thank you so much for the kind words. I truly try to always put my children’s feelings before my own. I only pray that one day they will understand why I had to often stand on the sidelines just to see them
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Trust me, they will. In fact, they probably already understand more than you think they do.
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Powerful, raw, full of truth. Children can feel love, and they must be able to feel yours, as do I. They already know of it – feel it – and will respond when they are able. And it will be joyous. Until then, always do the right thing, and keep loving them. The rest will fall into place.
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Thank you
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It’s hard to click LIKE but I love your honest writing so I did. Perhaps your words will prick some other mother’s heart! We can only pray!! My ex husband and I shared the holidays for our kids sake till the day he died. Divorce is sad. For us and for our kids. I for one am proud that my kids never had to choose. We just did it together. If I’d been the mother at the table and you’d been the father in the room… I would have saved a seat for you! The kids shouldn’t have to choose because of our choices.
Cyber hugs!
Diane
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Thank you
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Thank- you for following my blog. How very sad. Yes, your son knows how much you love him and as he gets older he will see what is really going on. Stay strong. All the best.
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Thank you
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