Conquering our fears

Little one, I have something to admit to you. I am terrified of the dentist. It is a silly fear but we all have our phobias reasonable or not. It started off when I was eleven and having a number of teeth taken out. I just refused to go after that. When I met your mum, she told me that I should go. As you know I have a lot of respect for your mum, and I did listen to a lot of the things she said. It still took me six months to go, but with the support of a very good friend I went along yesterday. The big chair was as scary as I remember it being, but the dentist did put me at ease straight away. After an examination and some X-rays he told me that I had great teeth, but they were very dirty. He has booked me in for a clean later in the month. The point is that scared as I was I was able to make myself do it. Sometimes we have to challenge our fears and do something about it. I have little to be scared of really, and my biggest fear is really not knowing about whether you are truly my child and never getting to see you if you are. That challenge puts everything else into perspective and is one that sadly seems as far away from solving as ever as I do not want to hurt your mum or your dad. I'm sorry if that means we never meet. It is all I really want. Love always x