My husband files for divorce, and my 6-year old son asks the judge: ‘May I show you something that Mom doesn’t know about, Your Honor?’ The judge nodded. When the video started, the entire courtroom froze in silence.
He said, “Just stay where I can find you.”
That became my private promise.
Not to be perfect.
Not to win every argument.
Just to remain findable.
On the first Saturday after the temporary order, I watched him walk toward Julian at the supervised visitation center.
Julian crouched to greet him.
Noah hesitated and then hugged his father.