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Sunday, August 21, 2011

On The Bright Side

Throughout difficult times in my life I try to look on the bright side.  Mostly this is because of the constant clichés that are burned in my ears from my support system.  If you have ever been in a difficult time (and we all have) you have heard them too; When life gives you lemons make lemonade, Everything happens for a reason, This is all part of God’s plan, There is light at the end of the tunnel, It will get better in time, and the list goes on and on.
After 5 months of the arrangement between Angel’s father and me, I am realizing that there really is light at the end of this tunnel.  I can’t stand being away from my precious Angel.  When she is with me I try to spend every second with her.  Each time she leaves my heart feels empty, and I literally count down the days until she is home again.  Looking on the bright side of the situation, I realize there is a lot of good in it for everyone.  Angel’s father picks her up on a Friday and brings her back the following Sunday, 10 days a month she is away from me and then 2 months each summer (The summer months are the ones that were the hardest, as most of my readers know).  I have 2 free weekends a month.  At first I hated this time apart from her, thinking I was missing something, which maybe I am, but it’s nothing I won’t catch up on as soon as she returns home.  These free weekends allow me to catch up on sleep, take a weekend trips, go shopping, go to the beach, date, spend time with my family and time by myself!  I have come to welcome this time.  I am sure that as she gets older and we get closer to the terrible 2’s I will welcome it even more.  I am not sure, but I think Angel’s father would say something similar.  Angel of course gets to spend time with both her parents and our families.  Of course in a perfect world there would be a Mommy, Daddy and children that would live happily ever after together, but our world is far from perfect.  Angel will most likely have step siblings, half siblings, a step-father, a stepmother, step-grandparents, and step extended families.  I have often thought what I will tell her when she asks why her father and I don’t live together like some of her friends parents do.  I am not sure how I will respond to that.  All I know is that she has, and will have a multitude of family that love her, support her and enjoy watching her grow into the amazing person she will become.  In the end, isn’t that the most important thing?

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