You’ll never ask me to choose between people I love again.”I froze.He continued, “She’s not just ‘Dad’s wife.’ She’s been there for me too. At games. At late nights. She may not be your favorite person, but she’s family to me.”I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to argue, to defend myself — but I couldn’t. Because in that moment, I realized something painful and true:I had made his day about me.About my resentment. My pride.
My version of what “should be.”And I missed a chance to show him what grace, maturity, and unconditional love really look like.It’s hard to admit when you’re wrong — even harder when it comes from your own child.But sometimes, our children grow up… and teach us the very lessons we were supposed to teach them.