Yesterday the dual birthday party was disastrous fun. Batteries did not come with a truck for one and a memory stick was needed for the camera of another, but both siblings had immediate gratification from ice cream cake, pizza, and family; giggles and happy shrieks of friends added to the flavor of the day at the blowing out of candles -- a safely familiar touchstone time for children living their new normal inside the turbulence of divorce.
Today is both the same and a completely a different Monday for the stepping stair four: The three girls wriggled out of beds, brushed teeth and hair, snuggled into clothes while eating breakfast and flew to the school bus, after kissing their little brother and their Dad goodbye....then Daddy left the house so Mommy could go back to the house until Tuesday when Daddy comes back again -- until Wednesday until Mommy comes back until Friday when Daddy comes back until next Monday when Mommy comes back...until....
So next weekend for our son and grandkids is Hannah Montana weekend. With our family circling around them, we will try to help the smiles go further than skin deep. "Suffer the little children...for such is the kingdom of heaven."
