“We Built a Language Between the Cracks”

We didn’t always agree—

on sleep schedules,

screen time,

or what love should look like

on a Tuesday morning

when no one had slept.

But we agreed

on them.

The little one

with eyes too big

for the world

and questions we sometimes answered

by simply showing up.

We built a language

between the cracks—

not perfect,

not polished,

but ours.

Made of shared calendars

and leftover coffee,

forgotten backpacks,

and “did you pack lunch?”

at the last second.

Sometimes we were partners.

Sometimes

we were barely passing ships

in the fog of early childhood.

But the child,

always,

was the anchor.

There were hard days—

resentments folded

into silence,

words swallowed

to keep the peace.

There were good days too—

unspoken handoffs,

a glance that said,

“I know it’s hard. You’re doing great.”

Co-parenting

is not just about logistics.

It’s about

the shared ache

of watching a child grow

away from your arms

and into the world.

It’s about choosing

not each other,

but the promise

you made together.

To love them

more than you disagreed.

To show up

even when it was awkward.

To make room

for two truths,

and one home

where they feel whole.