strugglings

When you've always been strong and feel that nothing could get you it strikes hard that the world can suddenly turn upside down. And even when all of your friends and family support you it is so easy to feel alone when confronted by the mightly faceless powerful "LEA" of wherever you live.

So our headmistress has garnered her powerbase and turned against us - the educational psychologist, a key supporter ( but employed by her) and the bloody faceless LEA. And although we know our son better than anyone, we are left doubting ourselves, but only for moments. And you wonder how the less powerful cope - but when you fight for your child maybe all mothers become articulate in some way.

I have an amazing man to help me, who believes in my son and me. He gives his all to make the world understand my son and for that, on mothers day, I give an honourary mention to him.

and this is the man. In flickr its called
puma in the barren wilderness



This fab Pablo Neruda poem acompanies the photo:

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent, starving I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me, I search the liquid sound of your steps all day.
I hunger for your sleek laugh, For your hands the color of the wild grain, I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness, The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight Looking for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barren wilderness.

Thanks to my friends who daily offer support to Laurie on flickr. Thanks to this man.
And thanks to Laurie.

Tomorrow we are adding a new member to the family - currently called patch but probably to become Stanley. A dog - photo to follow. We struggle on...