Reality Mom: My own stages
While scanning the divorce section at the library, a punch in the gut memory comes to me.
I’ve just gotten home from the very same library, only this time I’m carrying my infant son and several parenting books. I only need to glance at a few of the back covers, where I see a male author grinning at me, to automatically hurl those books across the room.
A quick peruse of a couple more that state my baby should be sleeping through the night by now, get those books chucked as well. I make a vow right there and then to never trust a smiley-faced “expert” over myself when it comes to my life.
From the quick scan through a couple of divorce books I see that I am supposed to pass through three stages: denial, adjustment, and acceptance. My children may become ill-adjusted adults who are unable to form healthy relationships.
Once again, I have to trust myself over the “experts.”
Since my separation in January, my son and daughter have not acted out nor disengaged with me, their father, their friends or any other people in their life. As for me, I’ve passed through many stages, none of them being the prescribed three. Here are a few of them.