Fathers Reconnecting with Abandoned Kids
A substantial check did help as a start. That, and the promise that now that he was clean, sober and employed, she would get the child support she needed. “Better late than never,” she said. She was willing to talk. We set up an appointment to help them start. When she heard all he had already done to clean up his act, she was tentatively willing to support some contact. Understandably, she wanted to protect the kids from disappointment or further pain. Understandably, she wanted him to go slow and to be careful.
In this case, the mom had done a great job raising two rambunctious boys. With help from her folks, she’d been able to give them some stability. Her dad had given them lots of attention. They were doing okay in school and both were involved in hockey. Every now and then, they had said something about their missing dad. Not surprisingly, they didn’t remember him as a person; only as a dad who had left them.
We spent time in session helping Jesse catch up with his children’s childhoods. His ex-wife brought pictures, report cards and stories. At times, she couldn’t stand it. She would get angry and resentful. Who could blame her? With the memories of the kids’ growing were memories of going it alone.
Jesse could have bailed on the project. He didn’t. He listened to her anger. He didn’t defend his behavior. He apologized. He knew he had a lot to apologize for. He remained steady in wanting to not miss the second half of the boys’ growing-up years.
With a lot of work on both of their parts, the two were able to come to agreement and to then talk about a plan for reintroducing him to his children. “Go slow,” I cautioned. “These kids have lives and friends and things they are obligated to do. Don’t expect them to drop everything for visits with you.”
Jesse and his ex-wife were able to come to agreement about how to introduce him. It went as well as could be expected. The kids were cool at first but curious. He sincerely apologized for what they all had missed and asked them to give him a chance. He then made plans to start attending their hockey games and to see them for a few hours on Sundays after practice. It didn’t always go well. Sometimes one or the other of the boys would have a meltdown and let him have it. He heard what they had to say, agreed they had a right to say it, and asked how they could move on. The kids responded as only kids can. They were willing to try again.
Jesse told me he hoped that eventually they’d want to spend longer stretches of time with him but for now having some time with them at all was great. He understood that a relationship would have to grow and couldn’t be expected just because they shared some genes.
Fast forward a couple of years: This story has a happy ending. Jesse did continue to man up and to become the kind of dad he wanted to be. As he got to know the kids, they all found surprising things they had in common. One of the boys became interested in basketball as well as hockey, something Jesse had at one time wanted to do. They put a hoop up on his garage and the two of them played “Horse” for hours. The other boy was more studious and was showing an early talent for math. Jesse didn’t get it but did understand it was important to his son. Instead of distancing, he took a class himself and worked on being supportive of his son’s emerging talent.