Motherhood

We have been friends with K and K a long time. We used to ride together a lot, until they moved to Arizona, then Oregon, then on to Washington. While there, they had a son. D will be 4 in October. They moved back to Montana a few years ago to own and operate a bar. They live about an hour away from us in a one horse town, so we don't see them often. An hour isn't that far away, even if it's on bad roads, but we don't make a habit of taking our son to the bar so it just wasn't very convenient to visit them. We were shocked to learn of their pending divorce. We were even more shocked to learn that mom has nothing to do with her son. In short, she fell victim to the bar scene and all that it implies, and gives that top priority.

Last week MFH was driving past The Boy's preschool and slowed down when he saw an acquaintance of ours, D, picking up his son. They visited for just a minute. MFH learned that D is going through hard times. His wife has been disappearing for weeks at a time after falling in with the wrong crowd. D will be raising his son alone. B will be 4 years old, and has reverted back to drinking a baby bottle.

Now, I'm not judging these women. I don't know their circumstances.

I just find it ironic that the role that so many have such a hard time achieving, is the same role that others can walk away from so easily.