Nobody’s Child #44
Over 8 years ago, some months after agreeing to adopt my son, somebody suggested that twice a week we spend chunks of time where just the 2 of us would get to know each other.
Knowning the idea wouldn’t be agreed to, I halved it.
That didn’t fly either, but every week I still asked for a Mr Moo night.
And every week, when I was asked what I and the 3-year-old boy who was told I was to be his father would do, I said something like:
If it’s dinner time we will eat dinner. If it’s bedtime then we will go to bed (or at least Mr. Moo will).
All that will happen apart from eating dinner/going to bed is that we will be. That’s all. We’ll just be.
The important thing is that it is us together. That way if Mr Moo bangs his head, eats something sour, gets called names by the boy next door, needs his bum wiped, spills something by accident, tangles up a toy, wants a record played, or wants a chocolato caliente, he will turn to me because I am there for him.
And he will then know that he can turn to me when he needs somebody, as well as knowing that I am the guy who coaxes him to eat his dinner or put on his PJ’s. I will always be somebody he can turn to no matter what.
In short all us guys will do is be father and son.
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