Thoughtful Moment: Having someone trust you with something that’s precious to them, is humbling. They trust you not to break it, not to hurt it, and to treat it with the respect that they hold for it. The same goes for that person introducing you to the important people in their life.
This weekend, I was invited to meet A’s 2 children. “A” is the man I’ve been seeing for about the last 6 months. He’s met my kids, almost right from the start, but then my kids are older, teenagers and young adults, and it’s a little different then. A’s kids are younger than OnlySon, and so I understood the wait.
Not only that, but A’s kids live with their mom, almost 2 hours away, so he doesn’t get to see them as often as he’d like. I know how badly I miss my own when they’re gone, even though they live with me, primarily, so I don’t want to intrude on time that should be special for him and them.
This weekend, however, he called and asked if I wanted to come over and meet them. And yes, I was nervous.
(And yes, A, I know you’re reading this and laughing!)
I was nervous that they wouldn’t like me, I know it’s hard for kids to accept someone else in their parent’s life, sharing time and affection. YoungerDaughter and OnlySon had their individual issues when I started dating again after the divorce, and, for the most part, we’ve worked through them. I know there will probably be more in the future, it’s the nature of dating when you have kids. Jealousies pop up in the strangest ways, sometimes, but as long as the kids know that I’m still there for them, and love them (well, DUH), then any little issues can be resolved with minor fuss.
So, when I went over to A’s house, I was nervous. I felt a little like I’d been handed a Faberge’ egg, and asked not to drop it, while walking on marbles…
Well, of course, once I got there, I relaxed. A’s kids are a lot like him, and that’s just fine with me. I laughed quite a lot with his daughter, and his son was a quieter, peeking presence, keeping just enough distance to maintain his shyness.
We watched Bee Movie.
His daughter, “E”, and I bonded over fart jokes and talking about some of the weird things boys do. I told her that her brother wasn’t so different from OnlySon, even though there’s 6 years’ difference between the 2 of them. (OnlySon is 13, and A’s son is 7).
And later, E told me she liked me… mainly because she thought I was funny and had soft hair… but hey! It’s a start!
It means a lot to me that I was trusted with the two people he holds most precious. I’ll do my best not to break it.