Getting a  Mother’s Day card from your daughter that simply states…”You make me smile”…and telling her that the sight of her face and the sound of her voice do the same thing for you everyday.

Flowers brought home and put in a vase, for no reason…and stopping to smell them, each time you pass by.

When your son is in a snuggling mood all day….even when he’s 11…and not letting the length of your to-do list push him away.

Coming home from the longest day ever, to find that the dishwasher has been emptied and reloaded…and thanking your family for helping to carry the load.

Being greeted at the door by your pets when you get home…they missed you so much while you were gone…and taking a moment to pet each one.

The smile from your kids when you show up somewhere they don’t expect you…and realizing that merely the sight of you brightened their day.

Being wrapped up in your lover’s arms… and taking the time to hug back.

Seeing your kids play together…without fighting…and stopping for a moment to enjoy the show.

When your best friend sends you a note,  just to say she’s thinking of you…and taking the time to tell her you’re lucky to have her in your life.

Every day, something happens that allows for happiness.  Choosing to acknowledge it, feel it and let it consume you is the difference between being happy and pursuing happy.  It’s the everyday small things, that if we take the time to recognize how they make us feel, will keep us fulfilled and happy. 

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.  ~Robert Brault

All along I made it work.  I made my own family wherever we lived.  I had dinner with my friends multiple times per week.  I’d cook  just so they’d come over and hang out with us.  I found family for us wherever we went.  My daughter grew up for the first 4 years of her live with her father living somewhere else and just visiting.  It was a constant struggle.  But surviving that was not the courageous part.  Deciding to leave, deciding that my kids and I both deserved better was the courageous part. 

I fretted over the relationship not working.  I hated myself for wanting to leave a man who wasn’t abusive or evil in some way.  But I hated being ignored, insignificant and alone.  When he was out of town, he didn’t call or email.  He’d call every couple of days at nearly midnight and try to talk.  (I’m a morning person…and not 12 am morning…so THIS was not working)  I felt unimportant.  I felt like I served purposes for him that were merely secretarial in nature.  We tried to understand each other. We tried talking about how I felt unhappy and alone.  He couldn’t understand that.  His answer was that he was working for all of us to have a roof over our head, etc.  I tried to explain that I’d live with a smaller roof and less stuff, if it meant I had a partner.  We talked at each other a lot.  We didn’t communicated…we didn’t, either one of us, feel loved or respected.  And so, we separated…and two years later, we divorced. 

It was the hardest and best decision I’ve ever had the courage to make.  My kids now spend 50% of their time with their father.  He doesn’t travel except on the days that I have the kids.  He’s made some very significant life changes so that he is available to them.  I can’t say that there isn’t something there that doesn’t hurt.  That it took me saying enough, for him to finally make the needed changes, stings.  But my kids get to grow up with their dad, and for that I am eternally grateful. 

And I, finally have a partner.  Someone who shares the load with me.  Who loves me unconditionally.  Who looks forward to coming home and talking with me every night.  I have someone who wants to provide emotional, physical, social AND economic support.  And if that means we don’t have the HUGEST house or the most toys….we’re okay with that, because we have love and support. 

There are many who think that divorce is a result of being weak or cowardice; even once, that might have been me.  And it’s not what I consider ideal.  I wish that my kids’ Dad and I had made a better team, but I can tell you without a doubt that both he and I are happier.  That my kids are loved beyond their wildest imagination.  And that the courage I had to admit defeat, gave them their father and gave me the chance to know real love.

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