Our children are now reaching the age where talks about romance have gone from the theoretical to the practical. We are past the ‘what is most important in a person’ discussion and the ‘what a person does means more than what they say’ conversation.
On paper, we did nearly everything right. We knew each other almost four months before meeting and introducing the kids. Dated for three years, were engaged for another two, and never once considered living together during that time.
In the first year of our blending family, the Queen and I downplayed the ‘blending’ part. But in truth, we began long before the ‘I do.’ We made a commitment early on never to use ‘step kids.’ instead, it would be ‘our kids.’
For single parents, it can be a moment of heavenly exhilaration and earthly anxiety. After what seemed only fantasy, hope is rekindled that love is not just for everybody else. Not all guys are losers, nor every woman crazy. Gone is the fear of dying alone.
I receive lots of emails from women, many without children, asking questions about dating single dads. The common problem is meeting his children – specifically, why won’t he let her meet them, why he avoids, or goes hot and cold, about meeting them, and similar. It seems for many of these women, meeting his kids is a really big deal.