Last night was one of the nights I have placement with my 9 year old daughter, my only child. Her mother and I have been divorced for nearly 5 years. Because of my job, she typically will spend an hour or more in aftercare at school before I can pick her up. I don’t mind her being in aftercare. Since she doesn’t have any siblings at all, it’s a great opportunity for her to socialize with her peers.
I arrived at the school and gave her a hug and helped her collect her things. We got into the car and started on the drive home. The drive home consisted of asking how her day was, how her weekend with her mom went, and listening to her tell me about her next great idea. I always love to listen to her ideas.
We stopped at a stoplight and while waiting for it to change, I yawned. Before my yawn was half over, she yawned, too.
I asked: “Honey, are you tired?”
She responded: “No dad, my yawning when you yawn shows that we are connected, and I think we have a great connection.”
I nearly melted. It’s moments like these that make it all seem worth it. All the money spent fighting for placement and custody. All the emotional turmoil involved with extricating myself from her mother. All the money I pay every month in child support, little of which is spent on my daughter. All worth it.
I mustered a sheepish response as I patted her on the shoulder: “I think we have a great connection, too”.