When I wanted to write this topic, I immediately remembered the Soviet film, which had the same name. The essence of the plot was as follows: the parents divorced, the child lives with the mother, and the father comes for the weekend, the child does not have enough father. The song is old as the world.
This is one of the sensitive issues for me and for the child especially. I think about it often and every time I get upset, seeing the sad emotions of my daughter. But life is life and nothing can be done about it.
If before the child could be distracted, then every year the situation becomes more complicated. My ex-husband and I are in a good relationship. As far as possible, he picks up his daughter for the weekend. They spend time together, walk and play.
But if you only knew how painful it is to look at a child and at dad, including when the weekend ends and the child is returned to me. I see a sad face, eyes filled with tears and lying, that dad needs to work, including Smeshariki.
It even happened that the daughter wanted to dress back and go with him to his dad after the weekend. At such moments you feel bad, knowing that you are more strict with your child, that your daughter misses Dad and he too.
Sometimes I think about the fact that one day Masha will say: I want to live with my dad. It becomes somehow uncomfortable. And if she makes such a choice, I will understand her. But I will not think about the bad while we are together.
I still remember yesterday with some sadness. When the child, seeing dad in the audience, threw a tantrum and completely refused to speak with the rest of the children. And so much silenok was spent on training. As a result, the child began screaming, demanding to be in the hands of the pope.
The matinee and the mood were spoiled, and the daughter sat in the arms of her beloved father, watching the other children from the auditorium. But this is also my fault. Since I know the reaction to my father, he had to hide so that his daughter would not see him. So we did last time and everything went well.
The educator’s verdict was unequivocal: either let the papa not come, or let him watch through the crack. I sat with the rest of my parents, sadly and at the same time with joy at other people’s children, watching this action.
Stories like ours are a million. I even thought about dad coming less often or more often. I thought through various options. But I can not deprive them of communication with each other. It will be cruel to the daughter and her father. Yes, and I could not do that.
I hope that in the future I can explain to the baby why mom and dad live separately. And I really hope that she will ever understand me.