“Wow, you’re so lucky to have every other weekend free! I wish I could take a break from my kids; they’re driving me crazy!”
I hear this from friends often—actually, it seems like all my friends are saying it. They’re still married to the other parent of their children, settling into their routine every night in the same household. Their partners share the bed, and the kids crawl in with them. Each evening, they breathe in their child’s scent, prepare family dinners, and receive messy hugs that come with sticky hands and unwashed faces. Each night, they can look into their children’s eyes and sense if something is bothering them or if they just want to chat.
In contrast, I share my kids 50% of the time with their dad. Yes, we have a 50/50 custody arrangement. We strive to cooperate for our children’s sake—not perfect by any means, but better than most. We adjust our schedules when needed. Both of us work outside the home, supporting two households filled with separate kitchen appliances, furniture, and yes, even two sets of living rooms. Half the time, those spaces remain empty.
Every time I say goodbye to my kids as they head off with their dad, my heart feels heavy. It’s as if my arms are weighed down, making it hard to move. Worry floods my mind almost instantly: What if they catch a cold? What if they have a bad day? What if they make new friends? I can’t see them, and I have no idea how they’re doing. I just hope they’re happy and safe, and thankfully, they usually are.
When they return home, they come running into my arms, bursting with excitement. “Mom! I aced my spelling test! I fell and scraped my knee! I got my math right today! Oh, and don’t forget my library book!” And there it is—the mention of “your house.” Not our house, but “your house,” which reminds me that they have two homes: mine and their dad’s.
As I listen to their chatter and hug them tightly, I can’t help but reflect on a wedding day filled with hopes and dreams. I squeeze them close, my heart swelling with love, and I fight back tears—not because they’re home, but because I know they’ll only stay for a while before returning to their dad. Their lives are split between two worlds. They look at me, curious, and ask, “Are those happy tears or sad tears?” I always reply, “Happy tears,” and we share a little giggle that feels like a secret just between us.
As I sit with my friend and hear her vent about her husband and her kids, I can’t help but think, “You’re the lucky one.”
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In summary, living with a 50/50 custody arrangement may not feel like luck, but rather a balancing act filled with heartfelt moments and challenges.
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