My parents divorced when I was two. At the beginning, I would see my dad every second weekend and every wednesday, but once we moved away I saw him less and less. One of the things my dad would do before we left his house would be to bake cookies for us to take home. The cookies were always oatmeal cookies with mini m&ms and sunflower seeds. When I ate those cookies, I was reminded that I had a dad who loved us and was far away from us, but we still got to see in just a short bit.
As I grew up into a preteen/teen and he was more concerned with his remarried life, we grew apart a lot, but I still remembered those cookies from when I was younger.
Now we don’t have the closest relationship, but I do get a chance to have a meal with him several times a year when he’s in town. And as someone who doesn’t really have a lot of positive parental support, that’s seems like enough.