So what does this look like in real life? Well (taking you back to the beach scenario) whilst a few grains of sands might be mildly irritating for some, to my son (who experiences hypersensitivity) it’s comparable to asking him to walk on glass.
Tag: family
I think you’re crazy……but I bloody love you.
Weaving through the fields together on what transpired to be the longest walk home from our first gathering in eleven weeks, I waffled animatedly about my aspirations until she stops suddenly turns to look at me and then announces ‘ I think your f**cking crazy’ (cue long pause and goofy smile) before she continued with......’but I bloody love you’.
It’s a Lockdown Adoption
In the current climate we have of course not been able to introduce anyone else and as a result our toddler now calls the phone ‘Nana’!
Baby E Number three
'I hadn't actually H, but now that you mention it, that feels like the perfect way to sum up our story up........as we started with E and ended with one too.'
Sometimes in life we need to go backwards in order to move forward.
Life has a funny way of taking you in different directions and this time my path saw me doing something I vowed I would never do again.........go back to school!
A letter to the Prime Minister
I’m writing to you this National Adoption Week with only one political matter in mind and rest assured that it certainly isn’t Brexit!
Leave or remain the final hearing.
And finally in the same week as the ‘Bo Jo’ courtroom saga the 'Jo Jo' courtroom battle played out too. Adoption’s very own version of Brexit - should the baby we are matched with remain with his foster carers or leave and come to us.
Cloudy with a chance of a storm.
In our story this particular 'Jobsworth' actually raised a very interesting debate at our expense, subsequently placing our entire adoption on hold and causing what one can only describe as a 'professional shit storm'.
Hit me…..baby one more time?
In true Magnus Magnusson style I will continue to write my story to the very end, even if it is a flipping novel, (with tragic undertones) by the time I finish!
Oh boy, I wasn’t expecting that!
A matter of days later during our 'chemistry meeting' I got to cradle my baby for the first time, I got to inhale my babies' smell and as my baby slept soundly on my chest for a short while I secretly knew that I had finally found ‘the one’.
