On Wednesday, I met Andy’s son, Lucas. I had a great time! We had Ice cream and watched Lucas play at the playground. He’s such a great kid. Super energetic and funny!
He was shy at first, but as time wore on he started to feel more relaxed with me and laughed and joked with Andy, and even talked to me quite a bit!
I felt really lucky.
Lucky to be let into this part of Andy’s life, even if just for an afternoon.
Lucky to be in this relationship.
Lucky to be in love with a man that takes parenthood seriously.
There are some fathers out there that could care less about the children that they have.
Take my father for example.
It was just so nice to see a family that is split up work together as a unit.
People ask me if there’s going to be baby mama drama in my life now that I’m with Andy.
The answer is no. For two reasons:
1. I avoid drama like the Plague. I’m not confrontational; I’m not a coward. I just know when something is petty, stupid, and not worth wasting time over.
2. I have the utmost respect for two parents who are civil and responsible enough to make an arrangement like this work, because my parents unfortunately, could not do that for us. And yes, that means I have a lot of respect for Lucas’s mother, too. So why on earth would I start or entertain unnecessary drama?
One thing that I learned from my family? The kids should always come first. And I learned that the hard way, because we never came first in my dad’s eyes.
Maybe second once a year, maybe even third twice a year. Never first.
I’m not even remotely part of that situation yet, but I just wanted to be clear on my thoughts about it. That way when the time comes, I’ll know where I stand with the whole dynamic.
All I can say for sure is seeing Andy play with Lucas, seeing him give Lucas piggy back rides, hold his hand, laugh with him, and call him son, all of that made me fall even more in love with that man.
I didn’t even know that was possible.