Mother’s Day started a few days early when this arrived at the front door. The first surprise is how fresh flowers can survive packed up in a box.
Another surprise is that V was here—and he didn’t mind that I got roses from another man:
My ex-husband, H.
To most people, that’s the biggest surprise-—that we’ve maintained a friendly relationship. I’m lucky —both of my husbands have been exceptional about making it work.
Of course we have a couple of secret weapons: named Alli and Daniel.
When you have kids together, even if the marriage isn’t forever, the relationship is. And parenting those kids works far better when the parents are partners, not adversaries.
Granted, that’s easier said than done. Still I think more men could take a cue from my ex—to wake up and smell the roses.
Divorced couples share their kids, even if they share nothing else. And Mother’s Day is an opportunity for any father to honor the mother of his children. Doesn’t have to be flowers—a call, a card, an email—might go a long way to heal hurts—most of all in the eyes of the kids. And that’s a gift to be shared by everyone in the family.
That story is humbling. Congratulations to you for having chosen well and for having the maturity to make it work.
Thanks—and though I’d like to take credit, I think most of it goes to my husband and my ex. This is sounding a little like a scene out of the movie “It’s Complicated…” ha ha
Lovely. Wish I had thought to remind my husband to think of his ex on Mothers Day. They have two great kids together.
Frankly, I’m surprised H didn’t think of a way to have flowers delivered to you every mother’s day in perpetuity.
We know he was capable of such attention to detail.
I also miss knowing he’s around even if I didn’t get to see him often enough in recent years.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Love