Rock, Paper, Scissors

Lewis has always been the kind of kid who tells you exactly how he’s feeling at any given moment. And he doesn’t hesitate to ask questions when he wants to understand something. His questions about our divorce have been the hardest questions I’ve ever faced. He never gives me a heads up when he wants to talk. We could be playing a game or reading a book or sitting at dinner and he’ll just look over at me and ask me three or four questions at a time, out of the blue.

The other day, his line of questioning went something like this:

“Mom, how did you and dad decide to get a divorce?”

“Did it take a long time to decide?”

“How did you decide who moved out?” … “Did you do ‘rock-paper-scissors’ for that?” (He’s hilarious!)

His questions and directness about his feelings force me to hold a mirror to myself in ways I didn’t think a six-year-old could force. I work hard to respond with openness and complete honesty about the decisions we made. Our choices changed his life forever and he deserves nothing less. After every conversation, I hold him tight and thank him for sharing his thoughts and feelings with me.

I hope you never stop asking questions, my Love.