I saw the brief this week for Tara’s Gallery at Sticky Fingers and ran a mile. Didn’t think I could touch it with a barge-pole, but this afternoon, while looking for something else, I came across this picture and had to post:
My little Man and his Papa
This is my son at almost 8mnths old with his Papa – the picture actually taken just before M and I split. Something in this photograph reminds me very strongly of why I made the decision to stay on in Germany, stay in this town and to find a way in my head to deal with the two of them seeing each other regularly and without hindrance.
When L was born, I suggested to his Dad, that, whilst the mid-wife did what she had to do with me, he should take the baby and hold him to his bare chest. With that, the bond between father and son became one which nothing on this planet could ever break or even attempt to sever. When M & I did finally split, it therefore never came into question in my mind, that I move away, or that I attempt to restrict access. M is a fantastic father and the two of them are bound by blood and by an intensity of love that only Father and Son can be. What right would I ever have to come between that.