I’m not sure I’ve ever been ‘normal’ what’s normal supposed to look like? Answers on a post card please.
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.
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’!
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!
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!
When the Meerkat panics the owl flies away (this part of the brain shuts down) hence leaving us temporarily without adequate impulse control and rational judgement.
So to the children who told my son because he is adopted 'he wasn't wanted' you couldn't be further from the truth and I'm going to tell your parents and others why.
I get knocked down but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You’re never gonna keep me down
In the world of adoption there is no room for the 'slummy Mummy' and there is an expectation for us to take a therapeutic approach in everything we do.
As I stood wanting the playground to swallow me and my son up; she looked me square in the eye as if my child were a mass murderer and finally added ‘and I caught him jumping on snails!’.