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We have recently gone through a phase of making and eating a lot (almost too much) honey cake. Some weeks we have made one every single day and it all began way back with Winnie the Pooh.
I left my nearly 10 year old daughter at home, on her own, for the first time last week.
I knew she was tired and that a 10 minute walk to collect her sister from a local playdate would be met with moaning and groaning, so I gave her the option of staying at home whilst I popped out...
....I’d share some of the books that have helped our family along the way as we wrestled with tangled feelings and attachments, not adoption books per se, just beautiful stories. So, this is not exactly a review, not exactly a blog, just some thoughts on the healing power of story.
......I once told off a Dad at a football match for swearing in front of his 7-year-old son and told them both off even more when his son aimed the swearing at me... And had the audacity to tell the Dad off and to say “Look what you’ve taught your son to do – how proud you must be.” And surprisingly got away without a split lip for my trouble.
I have just come me home from a wedding where one of the guests leaned across the table and asked "Is that your daughter running around?" When I answered in the affirmative she triumphantly announced to the table "I knew it! She is the absolute image of you! It's like someone has taken a blue print of you and put it into a little person.”
When I found your profile you were 5 years old and I fell in love instantly - they say you know when you find the one, but to be honest I didn't believe them.
Four years ago today you arrived in our home twinkly and tiny and so brave under the circumstances... Or did we misread that? In retrospect you must have been flooded with fear...
I have to resolve this.
I need to move through it.
I can't go under it.
I can't get over it.
I need to go through it.
It almost broke my heart. She wouldn’t leave my side to join the hordes of screaming girls running up and down the stairs at the birthday party. And I told her I had to go, at first imploringly, but then a little tinged with anger. She held on to my leg and begged me not to. So I stayed. But not with good grace.
It's bath time.
There’s Quackers, Chloe the Cat, Minion, Turtley-Turtle, whose head moves in and out of his shell when he walks (wheels, to be technically accurate), and the Frozen Diamond Necklace, the brightest necklace in all the world, so bright that it’s impossible to look directly at it without burning your retina.
