Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
I wanted to know that he could follow her feeding schedule, attend a pediatric appointment, and be reachable if she needed him.
Those were not punishments.
They were ordinary parental responsibilities he had avoided.
We agreed to a gradual interim schedule, subject to later review and any court orders.
He would have regular opportunities to see her, and we would communicate through a parenting application rather than midnight accusations.
During a break Gavin followed me into the corridor.
“Did you ever think I’d turn into this?” he asked.
“No.”