I've worn your shoes. My son met his father when he was seven and immediately put him up on the pedestal. For the next 3 years, our son wanted to live with his dad. I was opposed to the idea, knowing that his father wasn't ready, but went along with it because I didn't want to be the reason my son didn't know his father. 3 years in a row he went, only for me to get a phone call from his grandparents telling me I needed to send for him; his father had dropped him off and hadn't been back for weeks. I always brought him home. When he was 11, he went to live with his father again, this time for 2 years. He came home for visits. After two years, my son called and asked if he could come home. I asked why because I vowed I wouldn't let him come home just because he was mad. His answer - cuz it's better for me to live with you. Patience and understanding, it all comes back around. Best wishes!
at 2:34 AM on Jun. 14, 2011