His answer was painfully simple.
He wasn’t trying to replace me.
He was simply present.
Daniel continued.
“I know I’m not their father, Ross. I don’t pretend to be. Helena makes the important decisions, and I respect that.”
He even admitted that once, he’d arranged an outing without checking with Helena first.
“She told me I needed to ask before making plans involving her children. She was right. I apologized.”
I looked at him.
He wasn’t presenting himself as perfect.
He was simply willing to admit mistakes.
Then he said something that stayed with me.
“Helena has spent enough time having other people make decisions for her. I’m not going to become another person who does that.”
I didn’t argue.
Because for the first time, I understood exactly what he meant.
A week later, Helena and I met to organize a more dependable schedule for the children.
