Family Bonds
Never once did I consider that I would have a family at my age. But I do. I have Michel and Margurite. I find that incredible and wonderful.
Michel has been marvelously supportive, and I daresay he loves Margurite as much as I do, if that's at all possible. He refers to himself as her other father. There's something about that that makes me smile.
And to think I was worried about what he would think.
It's especially fun to watch them play. Michel's picked up on most of her tricks, luckily for him. He carries his keys when he plays hide and seek with her around the flat. Just In Case.
We only told her about us recently. Rather had to. She walked in while we were kissing. We thought she was sleeping, but apparently she woke up. She seemed to understand very well, and she certainly doesn't mind.
I was going to tell her, of course. My intention, though, was to give it a few more years, when I'd have to start having Those Talks with her.
What's done is done and I can happily admit it turned out for the best. We can safely kiss or even hold hands now, with her in the room.
I wasn't worried about her not understanding, or being upset. Not when I thought about it logically. She's my child. Our child. Of course she understands.
That feels odd to say. Our child. Mine and Michel's. Wow. I like that. Our child.
I think this is the happiest I've been for a long time. Possibly ever. It is the first time I've ever shared responsibility for Margurite. There's always one of us who can be with her when she's not in school. It doesn't look like she'll ever have to stay home by herself again.
I think I'm beginning to understand why parents often travel in pairs.
Never once did I consider that I would have a family at my age. But I do. I have Michel and Margurite. I find that incredible and wonderful.
Michel has been marvelously supportive, and I daresay he loves Margurite as much as I do, if that's at all possible. He refers to himself as her other father. There's something about that that makes me smile.
And to think I was worried about what he would think.
It's especially fun to watch them play. Michel's picked up on most of her tricks, luckily for him. He carries his keys when he plays hide and seek with her around the flat. Just In Case.
We only told her about us recently. Rather had to. She walked in while we were kissing. We thought she was sleeping, but apparently she woke up. She seemed to understand very well, and she certainly doesn't mind.
I was going to tell her, of course. My intention, though, was to give it a few more years, when I'd have to start having Those Talks with her.
What's done is done and I can happily admit it turned out for the best. We can safely kiss or even hold hands now, with her in the room.
I wasn't worried about her not understanding, or being upset. Not when I thought about it logically. She's my child. Our child. Of course she understands.
That feels odd to say. Our child. Mine and Michel's. Wow. I like that. Our child.
I think this is the happiest I've been for a long time. Possibly ever. It is the first time I've ever shared responsibility for Margurite. There's always one of us who can be with her when she's not in school. It doesn't look like she'll ever have to stay home by herself again.
I think I'm beginning to understand why parents often travel in pairs.