The divorce wrecked me. I was trying to put the pieces of myself back together, to be strong for my daughters. I was living, breathing, and practicing with every ounce of my being the art of fake-it-till-you-make-it. Putting on a brave smile during outings at the park, of which I continued to take them on many.
We often wonder if what we say to our children makes an impact or if it goes into one ear and out the other. I was delighted to hear from my babysitter the next day that my daughter had mentioned our discussion and how it made sense to her and that she was going to try and focus on her many blessings.