I watched my old friend Doug eat another bite of his hamburger. He sure was intense. "Barbara, we are at opposite ends of the spectrum. You have your kids all the time and I see mine every other weekend and one day during the week. I envy you."
"Isn't life weird, Doug?" I responded. "I envy you sometimes! The fantasy of having a whole weekend to myself sounds so heavenly. To have time for me and the freedom to do what I want when I want ? " Doug rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, try it as a way of life. I feel so detatched from the daily lives of my two kids. I don't have the opportunity to participate in their daily activities, especially school."
As he spoke, I began to see things from his perspective. What would it be like to wake up every weekday morning alone? No children's voices ricocheting down the hallway?"Hey, Noel, get out of the bathroom. I need to do my hair!" Or Nikolas yelling from the kitchen, "Mom, there's no bread for sandwiches! What am I going to eat for lunch?" And what about the magic of the bedtime rituals? "Mom, pleeeaasse just one more story! And don't forget the butterfly kisses, OK?" Wow. There I sat in the restaurant with Doug, and I just lost it!
Through my tears, I asked Doug to help me understand his side of the situation. "My kids burst in the door," he began. "We can't wait to see each other. But there's an awkwardness that's hard to describe. We all need to adjust to being together. The kids have to re-orient themselves to my home: Dad's rules vs. Mom's rules, Dad's food vs. Mom's food, Dad's style of fun vs. Mom's style of fun.