Not My Children: How I learned to share my kids with my ex

“They come through you but not from you/And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.” Kahlil Gibran

Sun’s up. Me too. I’ve always been an early riser, leaving warm bed and bodies behind as I investigate what has begun. Setting moon or rising sun, ocean, meadow, mountain, town — all are newly birthed and unexplored at this time of day. Even as a girl I would rise and leave the quiet house before the others, returning to bed and warm blankets before having to get ready for school. It’s a…