Yesterday, while Rob was still gone, I was driving our boys home from school and right away they went into the topic of marriage. A number of their friends’ parents are divorcing and it’s clearly become a topic of discussion among their peers. They wanted to know why some parents split up, and stuff like where their children will live. When showing them the photos from our wedding, I’ve often explained that day in terms of promises, and they wanted to know if every married couple made promises like the promises their dad and I made. Tough questions.
After explaining as best I could, they seemed to get the impression it was all about people making mistakes, which it certainly is in many cases. Lastly Alan asked if their friend’s dad could get married again, and I told him yes.
At that they thought for a long while, until I’d become distracted from the subject by driving. Finally Brian said in a declaration, “Papa, that was your last chance.” Alan backed him right up, with a “uh-hu.”
“What do you mean, my last chance?” I asked.
Brian said “When you married daddy, that was your last chance. You can’t marry anyone else.”
Even at their most transparent, don’t children just know how to get to the center of you? :-)
I told them, yes, that was my last chance.