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’.
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’!
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!
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.
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!
Well it’s official, I survived the summer holidays....whoop whoop! I feel like I should be issued with a t-shirt to mark my achievement.
In an IT nutshell, ‘Attachment difficulties’ are caused when your child's brain programmes differently. Ultimately you are the technician in the best PLACE to do the reprogramming.
I’m not sure if the pain of labour gets any easier second time round, but I’ve heard women say that whilst you never forget the pain the end result is so worth it that you’d do it all again in a heart beat and my experience was not too dissimilar.