Out of the Mouths of Babes

A long time ago I made a promise to my children. It was a similar promise to the one that I made to my husband. Basically it was that I would be married for life. That they would never have to worry about their mom and dad getting divorced because we did not believe in giving up and took our vows before God seriously. This came up because we had some friends divorcing and it scared the kids. They saw their friends going through this terrible trial of life and even with their young hearts they knew that they never ever wanted to go through that same pain. I remember exactly where I was when we had this conversation. We were driving down 7 highway headed home from said friend's house. J.R. was not in the car with us.

Flash forward to yesterday. I had an appointment. My mother came over to watch the girls while I was out. When I returned she told me that the girls had opened up to her about a lot of what they have been feeling and seeing. Tara specifically brought up the fact that I had made this promise years before. My mother, my tactful and carefully worded mother, explained to her that I meant that promise, that I would have never broken that promise and that I did everything I could to keep that promise. And Tara's response was "I know my mom worked to save our family. It is because Daddy wanted a girlfriend."

They know the score. They have never had to be told the score. He was selfish and so he ruined his family so that he could have the grass on the other side of the fence. I somehow don't think that grass is going to be very filling or fulfilling. I don't really care if it is or isn't. I am sort of shamefully just glad that my children are smart enough to figure out what happened here. I honestly feel guilty for feeling that way, BUT I do.