Our lives had been one big roller-coaster with the punches coming one after another. At 22 years old, the weight and reality of the life I was living felt heavy. None of my personal friends had transferred to where I was in life, and I found myself searching, for what I wasn’t sure. I spent a year or more pushing my husband away, exploring new careers, walking away from my faith, cutting off my hair, and so many other countless things. We grew apart, the marriage fell apart, and we started to go our separate ways. I walked away from my marriage vowing never to get married again. As you could imagine I left my hopeful, devoted husband with lots of resentment, anger, and depression, which he kept so vigorously bottled up, because he loved me. When the news broke, it felt that little by little every bottled-up emotion came pouring out in the form of custody lawsuits, nasty words, weight loss from stress and knock-out screaming matches between my son’s father and me. We were both in deep, dark despair. One Sunday, I had attended church and I asked for prayer at the end from a stranger who knew nothing about us or our situation. In that prayer, this stranger prayed eight words that stayed with me forever: Lord we pray for hearts to be reset. I pondered on those words, thinking of my heart, my ex-husband’s heart, my son’s heart, my new husband’s heart and what my original desires were for our son’s childhood. We wanted him to be loved, feel safe, laugh a lot, and change the world. At some point in time, all our hearts had been tender, accepting, hopeful, and loving. That next week, for our weekly parent exchange, I had prepared my heart to ask for complete forgiveness from my ex-husband. I wanted his heart to mend. Our very first family vacation happened by accident in 2016. It was the result of last-minute planning and finding the only beach house left in Atlantic Beach on Memorial Day weekend! My husband and I invited both of our parents, his sister, and my best friend’s family. In on the excitement, our son looked up and said, “Mom I know my dad would love to come hang out at the beach with us.” Without hesitation, we called Scott and invited him, too! It touched my heart deeply to see my son at 7 years old, so free and comfortable with his life and have no hesitation about all of his parents being in one house, laughing and enjoying each other for a weekend! Our family continues to grow and evolve. This year, my son has gained another mom and a new older sister! Every day, I see him growing closer to the desires that his father and I had for him on the day he was born. He’s confident, loving, and strong; he puts love and acceptance first. Back to my uncanny belief: Love can have many forms if you’re willing to renew your heart and be open. Our family dynamics are unconventional to the average person, but we choose to go against what others feel is normal and lead our children with love, acceptance, and forgiveness. I’m 31 years old and I feel like I’m finally getting it right! I witness daily just how blessed, loved, confident, and strong my son and my two girls are from being surrounded by four parents who have opened their hearts and accepted each other all over again.
This post was written by JaCynthia Bailey and republished with permission.*
