Hey, are you a parent that has to share your child? If you are, then this post, this letter, this message—it’s for you.
Whether it’s with your ex-spouse, ex-fiancé, ex-boy/girlfriend, ex-lover, or whatever it was in-between, I want to give you permission to FEEL. Really FEEL. I want you to feel that emotion, that unexplainable emotion that comes over you right after you have to share your child with the other person who created your child with you.
It’s not grief necessarily, because “grieving” happens when you lose a loved one, and your child isn’t dead. You just have to share.
It’s not rage this time, because rage is what happens when some jerk cuts you off and you have to slam on your brakes. No one cut off your time with your child—they deserve time with their child also… you just have to share.
It’s not relief that happens, although yes, your child was maybe driving you a little nuts. Relief is when you get a test result back and it’s what you truly hoped for. Relief would be keeping your child in your arms, no matter how much your little one is making your batty. You are just taking a scheduled break from being a parent and have to share.
There’s not a word explaining the feeling, where the only person you want to see and hug and talk to is the baby you created, and yet you can’t have them. There’s not a word describing the “off” emotional wash that starts to fill your chest and drown your heart, to the point you don’t feel you can fake a smile.
And the weird part is: each time it’s different. Sometimes, it hits you like a tsunami, a tidal wave, created from the earth shifting beneath your feet for the millionth time right after the exchange. The wave is heavy and it’s hard to breathe and suddenly your chest overflows with a water wave and exits your body in a rush of tears and you lose control and you can’t hide it or change it or fix it. You just have to cry and fall apart. The tsunami of emotions wins, and you drown. Your chest is so heavy and full and you can’t breathe. Until you let your body release all of those tears, you’re stuck. You can’t move, you can’t breathe, you don’t function. All because you have to share.
Other times, it’s slower….like a bathtub filling with water, slowly filling, and you can feel it. First, your feet get warm, and it feels weird, almost nice and good for a minute, and then you feel it in your legs and arms, a weightlessness, and it’s nice, and yet, you get a shiver. There’s a change. Part of you is hot and part of you is cold. You feel off, and you know exactly why. In this case, you have time to process it, and it makes it worse. You can feel the warmth of the water, the slow filling of emotions, and when it hits your chest, it’s warm, but it’s also surrounding you. Again, it’s nice, but you know you don’t want the emotions to get too out of control or too strong. You want to stop the water. At one point, you feel good. You know your child is probably having a grand ol’ time without you, enjoying your ex-whomever-they-were-to-you, and yet the other forever parent of your child. And you are for a minute, happy? No, content? Ah, that’s not quite right either. It’s a sense of “okay-ness” that you learn to accept. But hey, the water, the tub of emotions you feel, yeah, it’s still slowly filling. You feel it. Yep, this one is close to guilt, and this feeling always comes after the “okay-ness” one. The guilt comes from knowing you shouldn’t have to feel that “okay-ness”. How can you just be okay with not having your child? How can I feel okay with sharing? Yep, and there it is…the weird guilt—but not guilt—of feeling like your life moves forward without your child around you, and not knowing if that’s okay, or if it will ever be okay. And now, the tub is full, you feel it all, the warm, the lightness of a release of responsibility for a short time, and yet a new weight is around you and it’s now up to your neck and it’s getting hard to breathe. You don’t want to accept this is how you feel, and that you have to share. You suck in the water and swallow it. You swallow all of those feelings and it tastes funny; it’s warm, but it’s dirty. It’s cleansing, and yet not refreshing. It’s good, and yet painful. You are sharing and you don’t want to.
My beloved separated parent, you are not alone. And this whole thing SUCKS.
SHARING SUCKS.
It’s painful and it hardens your heart. It makes you stronger and weaker too. It challenges you and takes away your control. We all have watched kids, whether it’s our own or someone else’s, FAIL at sharing. They want a toy someone else has, or someone else wants their toy and they have to fight the other child to keep it. We have all witnessed it. And we as adults have to help those kids process why sharing is supposed to be better. What do we tell them? We say “sharing makes friends” and “sharing is a good thing” and sometimes we even have to say, “we just have to”…
Ha, and then now look at us. Us separated parents, we suck at it. We hate it. We don’t want to, not all the time. We don’t want to miss a holiday or a birthday or any day for that matter. We want to see all the smiles, hear all the giggles, watch all the growth and changes from baby to toddler to high school and even college graduate. We don’t want to miss a damn thing, just like those little kids on the playground, and yet here we are, forced to share. And we don’t like it, we want it to end. We want to fight. We want to cry. We want to scream. We want to make a scene. We don’t want to. We are big babies sometimes! And you guys, babies don’t know how to swim. They can drown. And we do too…we drown in emotion, every time. And we can’t explain it and we don’t know why and yet we live it every day.
This is why I’m here and this is why I’m writing this: I am giving you permission, as one single mom to another single mom/dad, to FEEL. I give you permission to accept those feelings when they come, whether as a tsunami or a slow build-up, to feel it. FEEL IT. And just do it.
Every.
Single.
Time.
You need to. It might get easier, it might get harder. It will change over time. It will last longer and it might only be for a minute. It might be something you can just embrace on the inside and handle at times, and other times, you will fall to your knees, asking a God, “WHY AM I FAILING? WHY DO I FEEL THIS? WHY DO I DESERVE THIS PAIN?”
I want to give you permission to know you’re not alone, this is normal, and it’s okay. I want you to know it’s part of being separated and it’s part of sharing your child with someone else. I want you to know it might not ever get better or easier, but that you will be stronger over time because of it.
I want you to feel it and embrace it every time because that’s the only way you’ll make it through. If you try to ignore it, it will come back stronger and harder, because guess what? You’ll have to share again. That’s part of what we signed up for as separated parents. We didn’t know when the baby was conceived we would for sure end up here, but look! We did. And it might change! Depending on the situation, you could fix the relationship with that person and be together as one family. Or, it might not change and you will always be sharing.
Either way, if you’re sharing right now, you’re living with these feelings every day and you can’t let them stop you from staying strong for you and for your child.
I’m giving you permission to accept and embrace those feelings, but I’m not giving you permission to let it stop you from getting stronger and keeping pushing forward. Keep going. Keep trying. Let those emotions do what they need to do to get through your system, then keep going. Keep living. Keep working: on your career, on yourself, and on being a better parent.
Your child deserves that, and even more, you do too. You deserve to feel whatever feelings you feel. OWN THEM. You should never apologize for taking time to walk through those emotions.
What you don’t have permission to do is treat your child’s other parent like crap because your emotions are not “in check”. You don’t have permission to bash on them on social media just because, well, for any reason, EVER. You don’t have permission to be mean to anyone else because you’re dealing with this emotional current.
When you feel the warmth, whether as a tidal wave or the slow build up like in the bathtub, stop making decisions of any sort. You can stop; the world won’t stop for you, but it will for a moment with you.
Maybe find a person you can trust if you need to, and do an emotional vent with them(in a good way, not in a way that treats them badly). Maybe take a walk, maybe eat that entire bag of chips, maybe yell loudly in a cornfield, or take a cold shower, or even take a nap.
I don’t really care what you have to do to get through it, just be intentional. Be intentional about what you’re doing and know your “why”.
Oh, and your “why” isn’t just you. It’s your baby, too.