18/09/2026
A child eventually grows up and walks out into their own life. If we’re lucky we get eighteen, maybe twenty years of the daily version of them. My partner, I’m in for the long haul, decades of it, with someone who keeps becoming a new person while I’m busy becoming one too. That’s the part nobody prepares us for. We don’t marry one person, we marry every version of them still coming and you have to keep learning to like each other, season after season, as two people who barely resemble who they started as.
Then children arrive and rearrange everything. No one does anything wrong but a relationship that used to be about the two of now has to hold so much more, and something in the essence of it shifts. On the hard days, the easiest place to put all that weight is on the person right next to you. The frustration, the exhaustion, the resentment that isn’t even really about them.
Here’s what I’ve had to sit with. Our kids are watching how we treat the person we chose. That becomes their first blueprint for love, for repair, for what steady feels like. The work we do on the partnership is never only for us. It’s the emotional air the whole house breathes.
So no, I don’t think we fix parenting by focusing harder on the kids. I think a lot of it starts one relationship over.
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