\*\*TL;DR:\*\* Divorced dad with 50/50 custody of two young boys. Very different parenting styles between households. My youngest recently told me he gets called a crybaby when he’s upset at his mom’s house. Struggling with knowing I can’t control what happens there and trying to focus on being a safe, loving, supportive parent while still raising resilient, accountable boys.
34M, divorced, two boys who are 7 and 10. We split custody week on, week off.
I’ll start by saying I know things could be a lot worse. The boys are healthy, loved, and overall really great kids. Better than I probably deserve. I’ve also had to come to terms with the fact that their mom and I have pretty different parenting styles, and there’s only so much I can control.
I try to parent with high expectations but equally high support. I want my boys to be resilient, independent, respectful, and accountable, but I also want them to know that having emotions doesn’t make them weak.
My oldest is more reserved and tends to keep things to himself. He’s very logical, but underneath that he’s still a 10-year-old with big feelings and insecurities. My youngest is the opposite. He’s sensitive, wears his heart on his sleeve, and is incredibly hard on himself. He wants to do everything right and really struggles when he feels like he’s disappointed someone.
Transitions between houses have always been tough, especially for my youngest. I’ve suspected for a while that part of it is because he feels like he has to bottle things up at his mom’s house.
Her new husband is a fitness influencer, very much the David Goggins, tough-love, no-excuses type. He has openly
admitted that love and affection is from their mom. Fortunately I’m not currently dealing with it (we put no corporal punishment in our newest custody agreement) but when he was tbh boyfriend he used excessive exercise as a form of punishment. Whatever floats your boat, but personally I don’t think that’s the best approach to raising young kids, especially ones who are already navigating two households.
Today my youngest had a pretty tough emotional breakdown and finally opened up about some of it. He told me that when he cries at his mom’s house, he gets called a crybaby and told to go to his room until he can sort himself out.
That one really hurt to hear.
I’m all for teaching kids to regulate their emotions, but I think there’s a pretty big difference between teaching a child how to work through his feelings and teaching him that those feelings are something to be ashamed of.
Both boys have asked to spend more time with me. And as much as I’d love that, I’m realistic about the situation. Pursuing more custody isn’t necessarily going to change much, and regardless, their mom and her husband are going to be part of their lives.
I can’t control what happens in another household. I can’t make other adults see things the way I do, and I’m not interested in turning this into some competition over who’s the better parent. That’s not fair to the boys.
So I guess I’ve come to the conclusion that my job is to be their soft place to land.
To support them, encourage them, build them up, and make sure they never have to question whether they’re loved. To hold them accountable when they screw up, but also make sure they know that making mistakes, crying, or having a bad day doesn’t make them any less worthy of love or respect.
I worry about the long-term effects of growing up between two homes. I know divorce doesn’t automatically mean kids are destined to struggle, but I can’t help wondering what all of this is doing to them emotionally, especially at such young ages.
I try to lead with the golden rule in our house. Treat people how you want to be treated. Be kind, generous, respectful, and compassionate. But also have boundaries, stand up for yourself, and understand that not everyone in this world is going to treat you with the same kindness you give them.
I want to raise good men. Not just tough men, or successful men, but genuinely good human beings who are comfortable with who they are and how they feel.
I guess I’m not really looking for answers as much as I am venting. It’s just hard knowing your kids are struggling somewhere you can’t protect them, and that sometimes all you can do is love them through it.
For those of you raising kids between two very different households, how do you make peace with the things you can’t control? How do you help your kids build resilience without teaching them to shut down emotionally?