I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
I found myself studying the carpet because it was easier than meeting Lauren’s eyes while discussing years of missed parenting.
Dr.
Morris asked each of us what we hoped Mason would feel when he learned who I was.
“Safe,” Lauren said immediately.
“Wanted,” I answered.
The counselor smiled slightly.
“Those are compatible goals.
But you’ll need to show him both, not merely tell him.”