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Date: 29 April 2004 23:18:22
Well, that was a good day. Loads of efficient cleaning and tidying with the cleaner so the place looks a lot more palatial. Someone quick, tell the Queen to come round tonight before it gets all messy again. Did a load of ironing, too, and got all our clothes ready for the weekend... and without sumitting to the temptation to leave it all on one side and play my piano. Did I mention I have a piano now?
Smudgelet lost a tooth the day before yesterday. We decided to fool the tooth fairy and pretend it was still in his mouth so we could look at it under the microscope yesterday. Not that that was very successful. I promised we'd get the proper microscope out of the sideboard today and try again, but forgot that there's one small problem with that plan. Access to the sideboard is somewhat limited as I've stood the organ in front of it to make room for my piano. We decided to give in and wait to examine his next tooth, but of course everyone forgot tonight to put the tooth out for the tooth fairy. I wonder if she'd mind waiting until next Sunday night, or whether we should take it with us to London. I'm not sure how these things work.
This evening was good. Our Social Services has excellent post-adoption care and they have decided to set up a proper support group, with financial backing from Social Services. The group I already belong to is brilliant, but meeting up tends to be rather haphazard. This new one will be bigger, and with childcare and a venue paid for ... even some treats paid for too! Access to books and videos and speakers, a three-monthly newsletter, a register of fellow adopters and much much more. Reassuring to know both that there are families where all's running smoothly AND families who have a much much tougher time of it than we do. But, most of all, reassuring to know that Social Services, and indeed the government, are properly aware of the support we need as adoptive parents and are willing to give it. We've arranged a series of get-togethers, some adults only and some to help the children to get to know one another.
The only bad news from the social worker is that a birth family member wants to resume contact. I think I shall have to say no, but it's a nightmare doing that. Will he hold it against me in later life that I prevented face-to-face contact? Is my gut reaction that it would be a bad thing really prompted by thinking what's best for him, as I think it is, or is it a selfish reaction about not wanting to share him or deal with the ensuing hassle. I think I shall just have to trust to the love between us that, even if it does come between us for a while, ultimately he will see that I acted in his interest and will return to me. This is always my prayer.
Now, will I be able to sleep or will I be too excited about London? Hmmm... no, on consideration, I don't think I will have the slightest difficulty sleeping!!! The arrangements seem to be all made, things are falling into place, and now all we have to do is get there. To London, I mean, not to bed. But getting to bed is my first priority, so I shall click on "save" and bid goodnight.