Reflecting on Change: Holidays, Co-Parenting, and New Beginnings

As the new year begins, I find myself reflecting on the past few weeks, which have been a mix of festive celebrations and poignant realizations. The absence of my kids during Christmas was more challenging than anticipated. Despite understanding that holidays are just days and can be celebrated anytime, their absence left a void that was unexpected.

Our delayed celebration, when the boys returned the day after Christmas, was filled with the warmth of opening presents and enjoying each other's company. It was a reminder that joy can be found in new traditions and that moving forward is essential for growth.

Our road trip to Columbus, Nebraska, to visit family was a highlight. Traveling with just the boys and Goat has brought a newfound ease to our journeys. While the long drive is still a challenge, the experience is now more tolerable and even enjoyable. It's moments like these that reinforce my belief that we're on a path to something better.

Reflecting on the past, I realize that enduring a difficult situation for years, under the guise of shielding the kids, might not have been the best approach. The exposure to toxicity was unavoidable, but I lacked the resources and understanding to navigate it then. Now, armed with knowledge and a determination to improve, I'm committed to being a better father and role model.

The ongoing co-parenting counseling is a mixed bag. While it adds to my trauma, it's hard to see its direct benefits for the kids. However, the establishment of a routine schedule has brought some stability, which is a positive development.

As I think about the New Year, I recognize the cultural significance of resolutions and turning points. While I view New Year's as an arbitrary date, I appreciate the value of embracing a renewed spirit periodically. Going forward, I want to focus more on gratitude, especially during challenging times. Finding things to be thankful for in every moment, particularly the darker ones, is a practice I aim to cultivate.

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