This, the ultimate question, has been the source of social puzzlement as well as scientific research for decades now. Even advocates for the well being of children stand on opposites sides.

The controversial and notable New York Times columnist Ayelet Waldman discussed in length, as she angered many, many moms, how she loves her husband more than her children. Unfortunately her point was missed on most of them: Being a responsible adult, Waldman’s underlined, she kept her marriage separate from her role as a parent. Being responsible adults, I said to the young student, married or divorce, you want to keep children out and away from adult issues that don’t pertain to them, if marriage is included, divorce no doubt.

And oh yea, that is just the case out there…

Reality is such that the ability to keep children out of divorce is tougher than anyone anticipates, and the likelihood of children becoming active participants in their parents’ business turns into the norm. Just visit Family Court House on any day of the week; if you were from out of space reporting on this phenomena you’d most likely be certain that all humans either gone mad or became criminals.

Divorce brings out the worst in all of us, probably like nothing else. In this time of crisis, feelings of total loss of control, helplessness, and an enormous sense of failure all generate blinding anger, outmost revenge and masterminded manipulations in the most harmful way. And as our children are the most valuable commodity we have, fighting for what seems to be their well-being can quickly turn into fighting to prove who truly deserves them. From that point on, any pre-existing, typical, child-rearing conflicts between parents might become evidence of a crime scene:

• Lateness equals kidnapping.
• Traces of breakfast on a child’s face – neglect worthy of reporting.
• A bruised knee – goes immediately on attorney’s record as proof.

And don’t tell me I’m exaggerating. If you have been a divorcing parent, you know you felt that, tried it, been there, done that.  And if there was an AA circle for divorced adults we’d all have to stand there and declare, shamefully I must add: I’m a Divorcee! Meaning, derailed from any mainstreamed and sane conduct of behavior.

Here’s a funny story, ha-ha…
One particularly chaotic morning with my three children (you’ve been there for sure), I sent my oldest to school… no, wait, it gets worst: to his 5th grade graduation ceremony – khaki pants nicely pressed, I’m sure I bought him a new shirt, and glasses. Oops, his glasses… Pause! Are you getting that court scene? My ex’s attorney’s face glowing with victory, all we’re missing is a shirtless victory lap, my own attorney disgraced, frustrated, perhaps secretly wishing she was the one representing the winning side, and me, shaken with guilt and mostly fear. Oh, I almost forgot. What was it that I did? My crime? I taped my son’s glasses… gasp… which broke at precisely 7 am that morning… gasp… together… with duct tape… final gasp. Could you let me explain? Anyone? Your Honor? Ex? Lawyers? May I speak? I think he was wrestling with his brothers, you know, like boys will do, or perhaps he was trying a new trick on his skateboard…

Alas, in this train wreck in the making it was up to my attorney to be convincing enough. Better yet, to be more brutal. Therefore, able to avoid all allegations and find some counter blame. Like:Your Honor, did you know that her ex forgot to check the backpack and therefore her child missed his best friend’s recital? There you go, good defense!

Wait! Why am I on trial here? You mean to tell me that from this moment forward, each one of my, our, parental choices, our parental mistakes go on trial? Does it mean that starting now I don’t only strive to be a perfect parent, I actually have to be one, never, ever make another mistake: any mistake, or else…? But, wait again, and just out of curiosity, other parents making some mistakes, actually every day, what about them?
Oh, I see. That doesn’t matter because they’re not getting a divorce… ah ha… gasp… let me take this in… gasp… somebody, please, wake me up from this nightmare! I want to wake up… I want to wake up… wake up…

Oh, thank-god! I’m awake. It was just a nightmare…

Well, some of it: I was going through a divorce and it was a dark, dark time, it was my son’s 5th grade graduation and I did tape his glasses together because they broke that morning.

Lucky for my children, my ex and I kept sane through it all, at least sane enough to never drag any of our parental mistakes to the courthouse or ever mention any of them to any divorce attorney.

But sadly enough, this story in every possible variation, plays through so many divorces on the court’s floor, to the dismay of all children watching the show, hating the show, caught in the middle, simply trying to get through their own life, may it be the next play-date with their best friend, watching their favorite TV show while eating ice-cream, or attending their 5th grade graduation, glasses broken or not.

If we could only remember, chant and practice, all together now:
Divorce is for adults only!
Keep (it) out of reach of all children at all times!
(repeats verse as many times as needed).
Please…

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