Nobody’s Child #34
5 years ago today, in Kansas City, I wrote these words:
It’s 5 months today since my wife and I separated.
Distractions are a permanent feature of my life and likely to continue. I have been managing to see my son three times a week - but never planned. Instead I have to argue the case each time, and then all over again two or three days later. It’s time consuming and frustrating but for now I’ll do it because it works.
And then once I see Mr. Moo, we have a fantastic time. Spring is here now so we have more options. Walking to a restaurant might not seem like a major deal but in such a car-dominated way of life, it’s so cool to walk with your child looking at plants, and bugs and dirt on the way.
And we’ve been goofing around in a park by where I live. Throw in a Boomerang and a ball and we have a blast. Indoors he shows me projects, and we talk schoolwork and play chess, as well as read. And there’s Lego, and always art of course.
In the garden of my former family home I play football with him and our dog, and we laugh so hard because our Jack Russell is so funny as she takes the ball from us and knocks it around and up in the air with her nose. She scores several goals a game.
Last weekend I loved. Mr. Moo was with me from 1pm until 6pm. We cycled together from his house to my apartment (about 2 miles), and then we cycled back again and I let him lead some of the way. It was a great feeling, kinda like cycling into a city at the end of a trans-continental cycle.
I’ll see him for dinner tonight hopefully, and then begin negotiations for some time over Easter. I’ll take whatever I can get.
Access. Telephone. Unfettered.
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