James the Magnificent!

the big switch

Nope.
Not referring to that annoying occurrence where TVs were magically switched by the government over to digital.
I'm referring to that time that the Ex and I meet to exchange out little man.
I hate it.
And, I say this not to sound like one of those horrible divorced women who hate their ex-husbands and want to cause them emotional pain by with holding their children as punishment.
I would never do that.
I like my ex just fine. And I am more than aware that our son absolutely deserves to spend as much time as possible with his daddy.
The thin I hate is that he's only two, and I just wish there was some way that I could explain to him what was happening. Calm his little two-year-old anxieties. Get him to understand why he goes from Mommy's car to Daddy's car, and then Mommy and Daddy drive away in opposite directions. Because it's got to be confusing!
Sometime I tell myself "He'll get used to it. When he's older it won't be so hard because it will be all he's ever known."
But that's just crappy.
And, honestly, how do I know? I was one of those lucky kids. Amongst all my friends who would spend one weekend here and another weekend there.... all my friends growing up who would mysteriously leave for weeks at a time during summer vacation to places they never spoke of.... amongst all those people, my parents were together. I have no idea how hard it's going to be on him growing up with divorced parents.
I don't even have a family member I can turn to for wise words of personal experience.
There is not one single person in my family who is divorced.
Nope. Not. One.
I'm divorced amongst the land of the married.
It's like I have leprosy.