The girls came up with a special name for their stepdad, something that is of course NOT dad or daddy or father. At any rate, DD1's first idea was shut down by her father months ago, because it made him feel 'uncomfortable' so because she is a sensitive soul, she felt uncomfortable, and after consulting with my therapist and the girls' therapist, i agreed to support her 'change of mind,' poor thing, because it put her in the middle.
Then a month or so ago, DD1 asked me
what dad meant in another language (my native language, even though i'm
adopted, i spent a year in my birth country working as a teacher and learning the language long ago--anyway, the girls are half me and half dad's ethnicity). To remain somewhat anonymous, i'll just refer
to it as 'aaa.' Anyway, DD1 LOVED the idea of calling him that when we got
married. This week end, since our
beautiful ceremony, they've been profusely and cheerfully calling him that. Cut
to last evening, after an overnight at dad's house--and again, dad is a
completely different 'race' than me, has his own native tongue (not that they
use it), so my birth language has nothing to do with them.
So at dinner, DD1 asked 'aaa' to cover his ears because she wanted to tell me something. This
came up before when DD1 shared something troubling her from dad’s house—usually
a sign that dad has told her something that he doesn’t want either me or my husband
to hear, so my husband dutifully covered his ears, while of course, we were
both riveted to our seats. DD1 went on to tell me that her dad had a long talk
with DD2 and her last night about
how just because they have a stepdad it doesn't mean 'he disappears,' and she said dad was very sad.
She said dad was really
uncomfortable with "aaa" because it means dad in a different language.
Then she said she was
uncomfortable with “aaa” now and wanted to revert to calling stepdad a word
that we used for him prior to getting married, a friendly word used generally here
for any familiar neighbor or from the bank teller to the bagger at the grocery
store, to the mailman, etc.
I responded that I was sorry dad was sad (remembering advice
from
our play therapist), and that dad is right that
at dad’s house there is only dad and no “aaa” (advice from mediator on this
matter). From DD1s reaction—feeling less
alarmed, a little more calm, I can see how these kind of statements make DD1
feel validated and less in the middle. I
also assured DD1 she will always have
her real dad, that’s why we don't call “stepdad” dad or daddy. I told her at mom’s house she has a stepdad who
is “aaa,” and it's ok to use “aaa”
at mom’s house because that is the special name we decided together and because he loves us and we love him. But
just because we have an “aaa” doesn't
mean her real dad disappears, he is at dad’s house.
DD1 seemed to feel better but also seemed worried because dad
is sad. I told her I'm sorry dad is sad, and that even if
he is sad, it's not her job to be
sad for dad, too. She actually seemed a little relieved and gave me a big hug. She is still
hesitant on aaa and I won't push
it, although DD1 still happily says aaa.
So 1) I’m working through being PISSED OFF: “aaa” means
nothing to the ex or his family, they are a different race
altogether, and their native tongue is completely different, not that they use
it, since they are fourth generation.
2) It was an idea that
came from DD1, just like her initial name for stepdad was
her idea, which we nixed when it was causing her to be upset from dad making her upset. So I’m doubly pissed that Dad is making DD1 feel
bad about her ideas and making her feeling sorry
for dad. She is SEVEN years
old. RAWR.
3) I then consulted the
play therapist, attorney, other single parents who have crazy conflict with
their exes, and some attorney friends I know.
I don’t know what else to do. They
have concurred that how I handled the talk with DD1 supports her feelings and lets
her come into her own in her own time. I
just find it so ironic that a lot of these parents really stick the knife in
our guts to control our reactions and do the right thing by not putting our
kids “in the middle” or “pressuring them,” and our exes just say whatever,
whenever, with themselves in mind before the children.
4) And I am worried
about my husband—who is being an adult about this and came into this marriage
with eyes wide open about the machinations and manipulations of the ex and the
knowledge of what we suffered in the past.
It is hurtful for him to see us go through these things, and he wants to
rush in and fight and take care of it.
Yet, I am the one who needs to be the gatekeeper and protector of our
family. I think he understands that—that
it is my job to be the captain in instances like this, and also allow him room
to vent and make opinions and incorporate those opinions, too, but it’s tough
for him to remember that at times, because he gets so fired up about it, too.
5) This just in: now I have learned that DD2 added more to the
story, that dad told them about a dog that had died, and if we changed the name
of the dog that had died, wouldn’t that make them feel hurt and sad. ?? Granted that is coming from a
pre-schooler, but I am just ready to throw my hands up into the sky.
Conclusion: I will
talk to DD1 and let her know that since we came up with “aaa” together, that we
(me, DD2, and aaa) will continue to call him “aaa.” I’m hoping this will normalize the word at
our house, and remove the ‘stigma’ that dad has placed on it. Then I will give DD1 the choice to call him “aaa”
or something different and not push her to choose—let her be empowered and
considered in her choice and I think one day, when she is strong enough, she will come around in her own time.
I think you handled this like a pro. My ex has similar problems with my husband - he's told the kids various things to protect his territory. (Yes, I just compared him to a dog pissing on things). The kids were almost 3 and 5 1/2 when we got together, and they've always called him by his first name - hubs wouldn't have it any different. And now when we're out, if someone "mistakenly" refers to him as their dad, my daughter corrects and says no, that's not my dad. That's my (insert name here). (Sorry, anonymous blogging makes it difficult to illustrate that particular example).
ReplyDeletethanks for your encouragement and kind words! p.s. it is like a dog pissing on things, and it's so sad they can't put the kids first and do less peeing. seriously. <3
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