I started this blog soon after Buster and his mother moved out. I imagined that I would be like those divorced dads who separate themselves from the work of raising the kids and just take them out for fun every other weekend -- to the zoo, and Chuck E. Cheese's, and the video store. And then you see the dad sitting forlornly in McDonald's where his bored kids are crawling around the playscape. I thought I would be like that, only better.
We would go to the library and museums and other interesting places, and I would teach him to cook and start to play the piano.
But I had not reckoned with my achy-breaky heart. Having them move out felt like a break-up with a longtime lover. It hurt. A lot of ice cream was consumed and junk food TV was watched. There were multiple teary viewings of "While You Were Sleeping."
Buster Brown moved in with me when he was 3 months old and moved out when he started first grade. Now I only see him every other weekend -- so LET'S MAKE THE MOST OF THEM!
