ON LOVING FOUR BOYS
The sentence I practiced for six months, and what it took to stop bleeding through text messages
Everyone tells you the hardest part of divorce is signing the papers. It is not. The hardest part is the first conversation after. Every text felt loaded. Every email carried years of hurt. Every exchange somehow became about the marriage instead of our son. I remember sitting in my car in a parking lot staring at my phone for twenty minutes trying to write one simple response about a school pickup. Every version I typed either defended myself, corrected something small, or reopened a wound I thought I had stitched shut months ago.
We were not communicating. We were bleeding onto each other through text messages, and our son was standing in the middle of it whether he could see the blood or not.
That is when the truth became impossible to keep ignoring. The bleeding was not a communication problem. It was the wrong expectation. Two people carrying unresolved emotions cannot communicate perfectly inside a text thread. That is not a failure of the thread. That is a failure of the premise. And once I stopped expecting the two of us to fix what was still open between us before we could raise our son well together, I could start to see what was actually needed. Not better feelings. Better structure.
That realization is eventually what led me to co-found NEON ID. I wanted communication to become documentation. Facts instead of feelings. Shared information instead of shared frustration. Screenshots instead of screaming matches. When the emotion came down, the parenting got better almost immediately. The technology did not save the relationship. It protected the child from the relationship. Those are two very different jobs, and I only figured out the difference the hard way.
Even the system needed a script. For six months I practiced one sentence in my car, in the mirror, in therapy. “I have received your message. I will respond to the parenting issue only.” Sometimes that was the entire reply. Other times it became, “I am choosing not to respond to the parts that are not about our son.” Those sentences took months to learn. Not because they were difficult to write. Because they required me to stop trying to win.
Somewhere inside that practice, I stopped explaining myself. That sounds cold. It was not. I realized my son did not benefit from two parents constantly proving who was right. He benefited from one parent willing to end the argument. Every explanation I did not send became another ounce of peace he did not have to carry. Every unsent paragraph became a piece of childhood I got to hand back to him whole.
I want to name one thing that women bracing for co-parenting often expect to be the worst part, because it was not ours. The two-houses problem. Early on we made one decision that probably saved years of conflict. Our homes could look different, but the values could not. Homework came before screens. Phones slept outside bedrooms. Respect was not negotiable. There were different routines, different rhythms, different meals, different bedtimes. But there were not two completely different childhoods. That consistency became one of the greatest gifts we gave our son, and I think it happened because we made the values conversation before the animosity had a chance to poison it.
Everything I have learned since about loving all four of my boys out loud rests on three practices I keep every week without exception.
The first is that we always answer the question being asked. No secrets. No dismissing feelings. No speeches disguised as answers. Just honest replies the boys can trust, in language that fits their age.
The second is that we protect connection before correction. Whether the moment is homework, behavior, or a hard conversation about something that happened at the other house, I want every one of my boys to know that nothing they do can make them wonder whether they belong here.
The third is that we create rituals they can count on. Dinner together whenever the schedule allows. Checking in about the day, not the calendar. Saying I love you every single night, and meaning every syllable.
Children do not remember every conversation you have with them. They remember consistency. They remember whether you were where you said you would be.
Years after the first hardest text, our family grew. Not all at once. One relationship at a time. Loving my two bonus boys taught me that families are not built by DNA alone. They are built by showing up, over and over again, until “your kids” and “my kids” quietly becomes “ours” without anyone having to announce it. That whole story deserves its own chapter, and it is coming later this summer.
When our fourth son was born last year, something caught me off guard that I still think about most mornings. I was not raising him from the woman who had survived divorce. I was raising him from the woman divorce had rebuilt. The healing did not just change me. It changed the kind of mother I became for all four of them. Including the one whose first years I spent trying to write the perfect car-park text.
The line I would give you if you are in the messy middle of custody right now is short, because you do not have room for anything longer. Your child does not need two perfect parents. They need one adult who is willing to protect their peace more fiercely than her own need to be understood. And sometimes that adult has to be you.
MOMumentally,
Erika
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Erika Hanafin Austria
Erika Hanafin Austria Founder, MOMumental Moments® · Publisher, MOMumental Reinvention Co-Founder, NeonID · Former CEO, HeyMama · 2x Top 50 Women Leaders, Virginia
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