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A week and a decision

Yesterday was D00d and my's one-year anniversary. Funny, remember this?

We went to Leavenworth for a day trip, just the two of us (and about 3000 other tourists up for the Wine Walk and Art Show.) We hiked along a gushing river on an old mining rail line trail, and we talked.

Funny. I told him last Tuesday, "You tell me all about your mother's processing of the change in plans. You ask me about mine, but you don't tell me anything about what YOU are thinking."

Once upon a time, working in the family law firm, one of the lawyers explained, "Men always get screwed in custody battles because they don't want to deal with it. They bury their heads in the sand and ignore it until it's too late to do anything about it."

I told D00d that I see a lot of that in him.

But the funniest thing about yesterday was, it's been a week since I told them the Kiddo and I wouldn't be moving in. In that week, M00d has realized that life marches on, and the big old house she wants to make bigger will one day be empty with only her in it. D00d realized that while he feels obligated to meet his committment to his mother and wants to ensure she's set up comfortably, his future is not with HER. And that is an amazing thing to witness. Now that they both see, one is sad but realistic, and the other came to his crossroad, took his look around, and picked his path. He has put the other way behind him, and seems to be resolved, contentedly and purposefully moving down the path he's chosen.

Kind of amazing what a week and a decision can do.

11:58 am - 06.07.09
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