Brixton Recreation Centre

Today I enjoyed another amazing supervised contact session by Joyce, with my beloved son James. We spent the time swimming at the Brixton Recreation Centre.

My son is now almost as tall as I am. He was a pleasure to be with, as always.

Shopping.

Today I had a supervised contact with my beloved son James. Today's session was supervised by Joyce.

Today we went to Websters in Brixton SW9. Gap kids on Regent Street W1. Hamleys on Regent Street W1 and McDonald's on Oxford Street W1.

It was lovely to see my son and we cuddled a lot. I also tickled him.

Prime Minister David Cameron

When I rang my son James on Tuesday 17th May 2011, he told me that he met and shook hands with Prime Minister David Cameron last Tuesday at his school. My son was delighted about this fact.

Yesterday, Thursday 19th May 2011, I, myself again met Prime Minister David Cameron - The first time was, January 21st 2009, when he signed his pledge to help to end Mental Health Stigma and discrimination.

This photograph of me with Prime Minister David Cameron was taken yesterday at the Methodist Central Hall, Westminster.

I have sent my beloved son a copy of the above photograph via his foster mother.

Swimming

Today, my son James and I were supervised by Joyce. This was the first time that my son and I have seen each other since going to the London City Airport, in April.

First, we went swimming at Brixton Recreation Centre. My son loved it. He commented that we hadn't been swimming together for quite a while.

Then, we went to fit James for a pair of black jeans, for him to wear to his church. He is now a 28 waist and 30 length.

Next, we went to Webster, a Clarke shoe shop. I have been having James' feet measured and buying his footware from Webster's, on Brixton Road, since he was a one year old. James is now a size 6E.

We then had our usual McDonald's. James ordered a Big Mac. This is the second time that my son has ordered a Big Mac.

I was late getting James back to his house, this evening.

London City Airport

Today I went to the London City Airport with my eleven year old son James. We were supervised by Joyce. It was wonderful to be out with my beloved son, and he took the opportunity to lovingly tease me about my excess weight gain [as you will hear in today's video]. Perhaps when he is a bit older, I might try to explain that my anti-psychotic medication slows my metabolism down and leaves me feeling reluctant to exercise, whilst craving all types of unhealthy foods and drinks. However, I will now make an effort to exercise more and eat more vegetables and salads. I might also up the anti and start cycling to and from my full time employment, from Monday. I'll do better than that and start my get fit routine from tomorrow morning. Wish me luck!

For Mothers Day 2011

My planned supervised contact session with my son did not take place today, as the supervisor for the contact did not arrive. I was not able to take my son out, or stay, but, at least I was able to receive some wonderful gifts from my son, James for tomorrows Mothers Day.

I was delighted to receive a drawing (of aeroplanes, of course.) I was also given a Mothers Day card and a bunch of tulips. My son played 'Amazing Grace' for me, on his recorder. My favourite. Then when I was leaving my son's abode, he started singing Vera Lynn's 'We'll meet again'.

Imperial War Museum

Today I had a wonderful supervised contact with my beloved son, at the Imperial War Museum.

It was lovely to just be mum for a few hours and listen to my eleven year old talking to me. I miss him so much, and my world when not with him is mostly made up of adults.

Each time that I meet up with my son, he seems to grow taller, wiser and more mature. I really don't want to miss out on his development, although it is harder for me now in my new full time job to be the parent that I once was. Meaning, I have an enjoyable, though challenging role in my new project worker post and life is less predictable. I.e, I cannot always stick to my end of the bargain and see my son once a fortnight. Then sometimes, I am at work on my break, when I phone him, once a fortnight. My son - luckily for me is very understanding and knows that his mum needs to work.

Today, was very precious for both my son and myself, as the last time I saw him was Saturday 26th February 2011.