You Have My Permission… December 18, 2006Posted by gordonwatts in life.
About two weeks ago I had to do something that just didn’t feel right: give my wife permission to travel with Julia, our kid, without me there.
It was as if I had to write down something that has always been implicit in our relationship: that I trust her (heck, I trust her more than myself with Julia). Having to write that down and get it notarized just seemed, well, as if society didn’t trust me (or her) and so we had to make our trust official.
The background is fairly simple, and probably reasonable, no matter how it made me feel: immigration will often request a notarized document when a single parent travels with the kid that the other parent has given permission. I’m sure this is trying to deal with child custody problems.
I just got a text message from Paula. She arrived in Canada about 30 minutes ago (without me), and she needed the document to get into the country.
The world we live in.