Usually, although directed at hopefully being interesting or topical, most of my blogs are non-subjective.
This one, however, is very personal.
It is time to go public.
As an artist, though first and foremost, as a mother, I reach out to my son. His name is Jerome.
Know this, Jerome, that you are loved, you are loved by me: your mum, by your grandma, and my side of the family as you always have been, as well.
If you have ever received my letters, though do not know how to respond, I hope that you see this online and can choose to do so. Please get in touch, but most of all stay well.
In the current climate, there is alot of discussion as to people unable to see their family and/or friends. The issue has been ongoing for about five months.
Try doing it for about twelve years.
Unfortunately, the family court system does not appear to be for the family - for you to express a wish to live/be with each of your parents, and for that not to occur, for no reason is diabolical.
cooking pasta quite a lot does not make me a bad parent
providing you, on a budget mind, with 'too many toys', does not make me a bad parent
to be accused, because apparently you could eat two roast dinners whilst at your dad's, that I am a bad parent, is pathetic
to be told, when I have disclosed private experience as regards to domestic violence, when in the relationship with your dad (you were too young to remember, though, thank goodness), when asked to, although I was reluctant, because I have been to counselling to deal with the issue, for the purposes of compliance I did share that information, that 'Oh, I don't believe he would do something like that' is unprofessional and alarming
etc., etc.
I hope you realise (and remember) that for the first twelve years of your life you were cared for by me, your mum
take care Jerome
as you are man now, I trust you can
you will always be my baby though, no matter what age you are
love you always,
Mum
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
