One of the reasons I chose to marry my honey was that I could tell he’d be a great father. Way before we were engaged to marry we engaged in discussions about raising a family together. We both came from divorced families, once was enough. Our fears brought out in the open – shared from the heart. My husband didn’t want to run away like his dad did and never return. I feared my occasional sadness would develop into my dad’s mental illness. Aware of our fears, filled with faith to face them we became parents to a daughter first, then a son.
When it gets tough our fears are challenged, but we are here. Neither has fled nor checked in to a mental hospital. When I embrace my truths, listen to my husband’s truths and together live from our hearts and walk together in faith, the fears subside. They disappear in the clouds and I am humbled, blessed and strengthened.
Nearly eight years into this parenting thing it is so clear my children are blessed with the very best father. Together we make a great team. Egos aside, walking humbly, standing in our beliefs.