A few months ago we contacted our lawyer about getting my daughter's father to sign the paperwork to apply for her British citizenship. We haven't seen her father in almost 15 years, and it took me a while to convince him (the lawyer) that this was worth doing, and that we were serious about it, but a few weeks ago he sent a letter to her father:
Mr [Father],
We have been contacted by your daughter [daughter's name] and her mother.
[Daughter's name] would like to get her English citizenship. She needs your consent or possibly a court order on notice to you.
She would be open to meeting you at some time but the documentation could be exchanged through our office if you are not also open to that.
We have the necessary documents and would send them.
Yesterday he called the lawyer back and left a message on the lawyer's voice mail.
The lawyer being who he is didn't write it out word for word (annoying!), but the just of it was that her father is not contesting paternity (I should think not!) and admits that I am his child's mother, and will sign the papers if we send them to him.
I'm told that the message was cordial, and not confrontational at all. I was worried about this as the last time we met the nicest thing you could say was "confrontational"!
Anyway, it is now time for me to own this, and to get all the paperwork together and send it to him for his signature. And, of course, in doing so open the lines of communication by giving him at least one of my addresses. I know it is a public address - it is listed in Google for heaven's sake! - but it still seems scary to give it to him.
Well, onto the next adventure in our lives: yet another test of the faith I have in my daughter to handle the world - including her father.
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