I Was a Two-Two

Did anyone else read the Baby-Sitters Club Little Sister books? Remember Karen the “Two Two”? I was a two-two too, though in this piece for the Good Men Project I refer to myself as a fifty-fifty kid. My parents made the unusual decision to split custody down the middle, and my brother and I commuted between houses twice a week. While logistically challenging, in retrospect, I’m so very grateful they picked this arrangement. I know it’s not right for every family, but I think kids are more adaptable than we think, and the chance to build strong relationships with both parents should count very heavily in favor of joint custody agreements. Here’s why:

Related Post: Something else that prompted me to think about my parents.

Related Post: I’ve written about my dad before, and HuffPo seemed to like it.