Double Love – adopting siblings

We always thought we would adopt siblings. Together, from the beginning. After a lengthy and turbulent journey, I thought I wouldn’t be able to face doing it again. That I wouldn’t be able to find the strength. Again.

In essence, I guess I thought it would be better to get it “over and done with” in one go. We were also acutely aware of the shortage of prospective adopters prepared to take siblings. Of the importance of keeping siblings together. It’s odd how things never quite go to plan. How the universe moves in mysterious ways.

When we had the call a few weeks after approval, it was not what we were expecting. We’d been assessed for siblings. Been approved for siblings. Were practically and emotionally preparing for siblings. The call was a possible match – but for one. That moment is all a bit of a blur. I was so taken aback. Knocked off my perch.

A few days later we realised this was in fact the most unbelievably life changing call. The circumstances around the link were so positive. It would have been foolish of us not to find out more. Of course, as soon as we saw the profile – the picture – that was it. Love at first sight.

The rest is history as people would say. Four years later we did apply again. We do have the siblings we always wanted. They may not be connected through birth, but they are brother and sister in every way possible. We made the right decision. Followed our instincts. Listened to our heads and hearts. Took guidance from the professionals. The mere thought that we might have passed our daughter by as it wasn’t our original plan, well, that’s not actually worth thinking about.

So, what is it really like to adopt siblings? – at the same time. I’m delighted to introduce one of the first adoption Instagram accounts I followed – @andso_theadventurebegins. With her husband, they adopted twins and here she shares with us her story.

“I always knew I would be a mum and adoption was always a route I was open to taking. Thankfully, my husband was on board too.

The journey wasn’t straightforward. During the process there are many hoops to jump through and lots of questions to answer. One question was easy though – “would you consider adopting siblings?”.  This was a no brainer for us. If the opportunity arose then yes, we would love to adopt siblings.

We both have siblings ourselves and knew we wanted more than one child. So, it made sense to be assessed and approved for siblings. Importantly for us, it also made sense that our children would have a shared history. We were aware that not all children are able to be adopted together. We felt that if this was the right thing for the children, we could meet that need of keeping them together.

We were approved to adopt at panel in February 2017. We waited two weeks for confirmation from the agency decision maker (ADM). Our social worker called to tell us we had ADM approval and then added “would you consider adopting twins? I think they would be a good match for you.” I thought she was joking at first. She wasn’t.

I was at the social workers office within the hour to collect the twins profiles. The photos were useless. Their descriptions were just an A4 page each, but that was enough for us to want to know more. Three months later the match was approved at panel and they came home with us for good in July 2018.

Then came the learning curve and it was a steep one! It was no surprise to us that the children had challenging and complex needs.  But we were not prepared for the different parenting styles each of them required.  Our boy, Bambam, liked to shout, demanded constant attention and generally liked to be in charge. Our girl, Bean, hated any loud or sudden noises, was incredibly insular and needed encouragement to engage with simple tasks. At times, especially when there was only one of us at home, this felt impossible. I have to be honest to say we found it difficult to meet both of their needs consistently.

Bambam and Bean have what I believe to be a trauma bond. For some children, a trauma bond with a sibling can lead to difficulties in developing an attachment with a caregiver because the children are over reliant on each other. Bambam and Bean didn’t necessarily have that to begin with, but I believe it developed over time. Initially, they didn’t play together. They didn’t even really care what the other did or said. However, with their shared history came a shared trauma. They had experienced this together – albeit in completely different ways.

Although they both suffered neglect, one was favoured and the other was scapegoated. When they first came home, they would fight for resources and really hurt one another. We’re not talking usual sibling rivalry. It was survival of the fittest type behaviour. They couldn’t be left alone together. Ever. This makes sense when their experience had been there wasn’t enough love, attention, food or toys to go around. On top of that, they would desperately attempt to stop the other being upset. Seemingly in fear of repercussions for themselves.

It was hard and I am sad to say I sometimes wondered if they should have been placed together. We threw ourselves into therapeutic parenting. We tried to meet their individual needs; one went to nursery a month before the other for example because they needed different things. Gradually the fog cleared.

They started asking about each other. They stopped hurting each other as much. Bean found her voice and Bambam began to let her. They would spontaneously hug and kiss each other. Then, one day they asked to share a bedroom and still do.  Now I have no doubt that keeping them together was the right thing to do.

I have shared all of this not to scare you, but to provide some insight into the reality, or at least our reality, of adopting siblings. It was hard and, on some days, it still is. They still have hugely differing needs. It’s impossible to do it all, all the time. But would we do it all again? Yes. In a heartbeat. They are the very best decision we have ever made.”

This is such an open and honest account of a real challenge adoption can bring. Thank you @andso_theadventurebegins for sharing the reality of how early life trauma can impact on the behaviours of little ones. A situation that prospective adopters may be faced with. Not all. But some.

My intention with these blogs is to show the good, and the challenges. This guest blog does just that. As mentioned, this is not to scare you. After all, it’s a story with a happy ending. It may not be this way for you. But, I think it’s important to know the possibilities. To hear first hand. Remember there is a lot of support out there for adopters experiencing challenges. Through your adoption agency or the likes of leading adoption charity Adoption UK.

Despite these difficulties. Without question they made the right decision. For them. For their children. It’s an absolute joy to see how they are progressing. To see the love, commitment and dedication these precious children now receive. It’s so heart-warming to see the bond the children now have with each other. With their mummy and daddy.

Adoption isn’t always straight forward. The early days are tough. As you wade through the unknown. Scared to say or do the wrong thing. I tried to remind myself that becoming parents is difficult. For everyone. In whatever way you happen to have your children. Stories I’d hear from friends with birth children showed this was of course difficult too. Challenges are real for us all. Whatever form they take…“we are not all in the same boat, but we are all in the same storm”.

As adoptive parents, we are not responsible for what our children may have been through. Often, I think we carry the burden as if we had. We give them the love, safety and security they deserve. And with time, we help them heal. Show how life should be. As a forever family. And it’s without question the best feeling in the world.

If you want to see this beautiful adoption story as it continues to unfold, you can follow @andso_theadventurebegins on Instagram – don’t forget you can find me there too @rosemarylucasadoptiontales and can also Purchase a copy here of my children’s adoption storybook – The Family Fairies.

Adopting Birth Siblings

Adoption is complex. Situations rarely straightforward. One thing that struck me throughout our adoption journey was just how much was outside of our control.

Often our future lay firmly in the hands of people we’d never met. Decisions made from words in lengthy reports. Strangers at panel who could make or break our dreams.

Another factor out of our hands was the future path birth parents would take. Birth mothers could completely turn their lives around. Begin to offer the safety and security their children need. Or, they could repeatably find themselves in similar situations.

Multiple pregnancies are not uncommon. This statement is not judgemental. I’m certainly not stereotyping. But the chances are often high. Social workers raise this with prospective adopters from the outset.

I still find this concept difficult to comprehend. That my children might have birth siblings they may never meet or, that one day we may be asked to consider welcoming into our family too. 

@wemadeawishadoptionmagazine was faced with this very situation. This is how Suzy and her husband approached it…

Is there a right time for a sibling?

“I always thought I’d be a mum of two. I’ve got an older sister and I can’t imagine my life without her. I’ve learned so much from her and she’s shaped my life in so many ways.

When we started our adoption journey, we knew we weren’t cut out to parent a sibling group straight away. I take my hat off to anyone who does. I couldn’t get my head round how we’d meet each child’s individual needs as well as developing a bond and getting to know them.

We were approved for a single child, but thought we’d adopt again when the time was right. In my head the best scenario would be if a full sibling came along. It’s funny how reality turns out to be very different from how you imagine.

The week after I’d returned to work from adoption leave, I got an email from our social worker. Birth mum had turned up at hospital 35 weeks pregnant. The plan was for adoption. Her circumstances hadn’t changed. Our social worker wanted to know if we’d like to be considered. I’d often played over in my mind how I’d feel if a sibling came along. Eldest is birth mother’s sixth child so we knew it was always possible.

Eldest had started nursery about a month before I went back to work. She was really struggling to adjust to being there. Drop offs were very stressful. She was fine once we left, but leaving her in tears was just awful.

I was also finding being back at work very hard. Not only was I having to try and remember how to do my job, but the upset of nursery drop offs meant I often ended up in tears as I drove to work.

My gut reaction was that the timing was completely wrong. I was struggling massively. Eldest was struggling too. It felt too much to put a new-born baby into the mix (at that stage, the plan was fostering to adopt).

But my heart wanted to say yes. I wanted eldest to grow up with a sibling. They’d be able to support each other in a way I couldn’t because of their birth connection. Saying “no” was making a conscious decision that eldest wouldn’t grow up with a birth sibling. That felt wrong.

I was also worried what our social worker would say if we said no. What our friends and family would think. On paper it was the perfect way to complete our family. A young baby who was our daughter’s full sibling.

But that’s the thing. Just because something is right on paper, doesn’t mean it will be in real life. The most important thing was eldest’s welfare. She was our priority especially as she was struggling. Bringing a sibling into the mix felt like it would make those struggles worse. Our bond with her was still developing and it was just the wrong time.

My biggest concern about saying no was whether eldest would agree (when she was older) that we’d made the right decision. It was a huge responsibility. It’s one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made.  My husband tends to be black and white about things. He knew it was the wrong time and said so from the start. I spent a long time trying to convince myself we could make it work, even though I knew deep down it just wasn’t right for us as a family.

I actually made myself ill agonising over it. This made me realise I needed to follow my first instinct. It just wasn’t right for our daughter. For us all. Once I’d let myself accept that, it felt like a weight had been lifted.

I was so nervous telling our social worker. I was worried she’d try and convince us to change our minds. She’d always had faith in us. In our parenting abilities. It felt like we were letting her down too.

As usual though, she was brilliant. So reassuring. She accepted our decision without question. That made me feel a lot better. I knew we’d made the right decision for us as a family. I needed her to see that too.

It took me a long time to come to terms with what had happened. I felt guilty and, to a certain extent, I think I always will. Not because we made the wrong decision. We didn’t. Seeing how much our daughter thrived the second year she was home showed us she needed that time with us on her own. But I will always feel guilty that the decision meant she wouldn’t grow up with that sibling.

We spent the next few years enjoying being a family of three. A lot of people said to me that saying no then didn’t mean we couldn’t adopt in the future. For a long time, I didn’t believe that. The more time we spent as a three, the more it felt that was how things were meant to be. I couldn’t imagine having another child and being able to love them as much as I loved eldest.

Then, at the start of 2018 I got an email from our social worker completely out of the blue. It was just over three years after eldest came home. I had a feeling before I opened it – birth mum was pregnant again.

We’d asked our social worker to let us know if there was another pregnancy. At that stage, it wasn’t necessarily because we wanted to be considered if adoption was the plan. We just wanted to know so that we could feed it into eldest’s life story work.

As soon as I read the email, everything felt right. Previously, birth mum had disclosed her pregnancies late. This time there was a few months until she was due, so we’d have some time. Eldest was very happy and settled and although she was starting school later in the year, the timing felt right.

My husband was less sure – we had a lot to talk about. The biggest positive was eldest would be able to grow up with a sibling. That would be a massive thing for her. She has two big cousins who she adores, we knew she’d be in her element being an older sister.

Our biggest concerns were money and our ages. We hadn’t planned on adding to our family, so had spent a lot of money on our house and garden. That meant we had no savings and some manageable debt. My husband was 54, I was 45. He was worried he was too old for such a young baby.

In the end, the concerns weren’t enough to say no. We were both in relatively good health and not having much money didn’t mean we wouldn’t be able to give a sibling a loving and stable home.

Once the decision was made, we both knew it was the right one. I couldn’t believe that after thinking for so long we’d always be a three, we were going to have a young baby.

We said from the start that we wouldn’t do fostering to adopt. Birth mum’s circumstances hadn’t changed, but there was always the chance she would turn things around during the assessment and court proceedings. We felt it wouldn’t be fair on eldest if there was a chance baby wouldn’t stay with us long term. However small the possibility was.

Youngest has been with us for about eighteen months now. Seeing her and eldest together has shown that both decisions we made about siblings were the right ones. They are so happy together (most of the time!). The love they have for one another melts my heart. If we’d said yes to the other sibling, youngest would never have come into our lives. That’s an anxious thought. This is how we were destined to become a family of four. This is how it was meant to be.”

This is such an honest account of a difficult circumstance. It can feel like an impossible situation – how will you ever know what to do? Suzy takes a sensible approach. Shows caution. Assesses pros and cons. Follows her instinct.

Adoption needs you to keep an open mind. There will be twists and turns. Just when you think you are happy and complete; the phone could ring with news a sibling is on its way.

Of course, wherever possible birth siblings should be together. We all understand why. Every step should be taken to investigate if it’s feasible. But I use the word “be” not “stay” very purposefully for this situation.

For me, you are not breaking up a family if it’s never actually been together. A very important point I want to make. It’s not the same as splitting up siblings that have shared part of their lives, but are then adopted separately. This is different. A topic for another blog perhaps.

Adopting future siblings will be discussed during assessments and panel, but you are not expected to commit to doing this. You might express good intentions, but you won’t know if it’s right until you are faced with the reality. Suzy’s guest blog shows just this.

The change in dynamic could be detrimental for everyone. If it’s not right – at that time, or any other – that’s ok. Work through it step by step. If your hearts and heads draw to this conclusion, that’s your answer. It’s a difficult decision – but it’s not a guilt to carry.

What I do know, what I believe to be important, is that birth siblings should always be part of life stories. Should always be remembered. If they can’t be together, then they can safely nestle in hearts and minds. Forever.

You can follow “We Made a Wish” on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter. You’ll also find an array of wonderful adoption gifts on their online shop, as well as a wealth of fantastic resource material to support adopters…go check it out!

Remember I am also available on all social media platforms, follow the links on my Homepage. If you’d like to find out more about my adoption children’s storybook The Family Fairies, you can Purchase a Copy Here.

Sharing Adoption News

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One of the big questions you face when adopting is when to tell people. It’s really hard. You may have waited years for this moment. Been on a rocky road to becoming parents. So want to shout from the roof tops that it’s finally going to happen. But there are many hoops to go through. A lengthy process to follow.

I wanted to protect people. The people close to us. They had been through the years of infertility and losses with us. I didn’t want to let them down. Again. Get their hopes up in case it all went wrong. Again.

I was also keen to avoid a barrage of questions. Constant messages for updates. News. Progress. I knew it would have been out of excitement. Maybe concern. Certainly hope. But I wanted to take things slowly. Try and get on with our lives in the meantime. Well, as best we could.

I’m delighted to share a first-hand account from a fellow adoptive mum about how she approached this subject with her husband. Here, Jade from Instagram account @xj.a.d.e_l.e.i.g.hx tells us what they decided to do.

In January 2018 we made the biggest decision of our lives and embarked on the journey of adoption. My husband and I decided to keep our new adventure a secret and only told immediate family. I had mixed emotions about it. Deep down I knew they would be supportive and over the moon that we were starting our family. I just couldn’t help but feel anxious as well as excited.

As there are young children in our family, I was also worried about how people would react or treat our child. I was concerned they might view them differently. Looking back now I see how silly that seemed, but at the time I was overwhelmed with my own feelings.

We thought for a while about how we would tell our parents about our adoption. We wanted to make it memorable. We had cards made that said, “you’re going to be grandparents, we’re adopting”. We gave them to our parents at the same time, so they were able to celebrate together. Emotions were high and everyone was tearful. They were so happy about what we were about to do.

Everyone had so many questions. Mainly around how they could help us. They also wanted to know all about the process. What part they would play. How long the process would take. We tried to answer the questions as best we could at that time. Our parents were great and did a lot of research and reading themselves in order to try and understand the process. This helped us a lot.

During the assessment our parents helped us piece together our family tree, eco map and also with our personal statements. We wanted to choose one of our parents to be a referee but didn’t want to choose between our family. As trivial as it sounds, we literally pulled names from a hat. It was my mother that was chosen. She was so pleased and honoured to be a big part of our assessment process.

I’ll never forget though how nervous she was when she was interviewed by our social worker. She was so nervous about saying the right things. By saying the wrong things. After it, she was so worried. She couldn’t remember what she had been asked or what she had said. Of course, it had gone amazingly though!

Throughout the adoption process our parents helped us prepare for our new arrival. Helping us to get the bedroom ready and all the equipment and accessories that we needed for the baby. My mother and I spent many weekends on girls shopping trips. We are so close, and this was to be her first grandchild. We had the best times. I had never seen her so happy.

Towards the end of the adoption process our families were invited to an information evening providing them with some of the details that we had received through our training days. They were offered advice and ways to help them understand and support us going forward. For our parents to attend the open evening meant so much to us. It showed how supportive they were and how they wanted to continue to support us as well as our child. Their grandchild.

We felt that the information evening was a great tool. We tried to relay the information the best we could about what we had learned. But it’s better coming from the adoption agency. Our parents found it very beneficial and highly recommended it.

In November 2019 we were officially matched. We’d decided not to share this with anyone. We kept our baby a secret just between my husband and me. It was hard though as we were so excited and wanted to celebrate with everyone. Wanted them to share our happiness. So, we eventually decided the time was right to tell our wider family.

We arranged a little gathering (which ended up being 60 people!) at our local restaurant. We decorated it in pink and blue, with cakes, balloons, banners and signs. At the entrance we had a sign announcing that we were adopting. I had butterflies and was so nervous about what everyone’s reaction would be.

It felt so surreal, it had been something I had dreamt of for so many years. I never thought it would happen. Our family were ecstatic and instantly I knew that our baby would be so loved by everyone. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

So, at this point all our family were on the same page and oblivious that we had been matched. Then came our next surprise! We handed out envelopes to every family member and asked them not to open it. We’d arranged for a really big balloon filled with the clue of whether our child would be a boy or a girl. It wasn’t long until people worked out that this was going to be a big reveal.

We counted down 1..2..3 and popped the balloon. We were having a girl! A daughter. We then asked everyone to open their envelopes. Inside was a photograph along with a message and her name attached. It was such an emotional night. I finally started to feel that it was really happening. We were ecstatic and our family were just as excited as we were to meet her. She was going to be a very lucky little girl to have such loving family. And we felt very lucky too.”

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I love this post! I love how engaged Jade’s family were with their adoption journey. They sound very special to me and I’m sure you’ll agree.

It is hard to keep things from the people you love. To keep what is possibly the biggest secret of your life. But I think it’s right. Until the time is right. I think it’s important for partners to have some special time to themselves to take it all in. Adjust to what’s ahead.

I can’t pretend that I didn’t wonder if our families would love our child in the same way as if I’d given birth. If they’d have the same connection with them. Feel attached. I thought all these things. It might sound unfair on them, but I think it’s only natural. What I do know now is that I did them an injustice. I can say with all my being, that they love my children exactly the same. My sister gave birth to my niece not long before my daughter came home. This was a really big deal. Especially for my parents as first-time grandparents. But honestly, their feelings for our children are just as strong. Their love is without question equal.

Jade’s story is so lovely to share. I hope that if you are on your own adoption journeys it’s given you some good guidance. There are some really useful tips in here, especially around parents attending adoption information evenings. We never thought of this when we adopted. And it was never suggested.

Finally, the thought and detail that went in to the “big reveal” brings a tear to my eye. I can just feel the anticipation. The excitement. Oozing from the room. Hearts bursting. Skipping a beat. I wish we had thought of something so creative. If you are heading towards this point in the process, I hope this has given you some food for thought.

This blog is just another poignant reminder of the wonder of adoption. Of the powerful emotions it creates. For everyone. It shows that families are made from love not DNA. That you don’t have to grow a baby to be a mum.  They grow in your heart. Adoption doesn’t just make parents. It makes grandparents, aunties, cousins and more. It brings families together. It brings joy. Love. Unconditional love. And it truly is the best feeling.

You can follow Jade on her Instagram account @xj.a.d.e_l.e.i.g.hx as she continues her journey of motherhood with her very special little girl.

Fostering – more than just a job

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It’s tricky for me to find the right words when talking about our foster carers. To express my gratitude. Someone once said to me “without them there’s no us” – I guess this pretty much sums it up.

They looked after and loved our children until we were able to take over. Until the stars aligned and we could bring them home. We are forever grateful for the significant part they played in bringing our family together.

Never underestimate how crucial a foster carers role is in the adoption process. Supporting troubled or traumatised children. I can’t image how it must feel to get the phone call that there’s a child in need. Hear the back story. See the fear in their eyes. Sense the vulnerability in their actions. But slowly and steadily, foster carers give them comfort. Form healthy attachments. Show them life can be better. Should be better.

I’m truly delighted to share with you the thoughts of @fosteringiscaring who I connected with on Instagram. It’s a privilege to hear first-hand how she approaches her “job”. As adoptive parents, I think you’ll agree it’s so much more than this.

I asked her the following questions, here are her responses…

What are the main challenges you face when children are first placed with you?     

The challenges are immense. Our most challenging placement was when we had 3, all 2.5 years and under. All non-verbal, not potty trained, and displaying self-injury behaviour. When I say we were like cats on hot bricks I mean it. Constantly waiting for one of them to have a trigger which we would need to therapeutically help them through. This was a very difficult placement. Our lives completely revolved around their needs. 10pm bowls of cornflakes were very often our tea during this time. Whilst trying to settle into life as a new “family” (we’re aware this is temporary), we’d often have 3 or more contacts a week – meetings, appointments, etc. This made settling in difficult as everything just seemed so rushed.  In the first month of their placement we probably had 20 appointments/meetings. They were pretty much daily and were a lot to factor in amongst their needs.

How does it feel when you know a child has been matched?

It’s always a strange feeling. Most of the time we’ve worked with the birth families for 6 + months. Grown a relationship with them. So, when you know it’s coming to an end, it can be bittersweet. We’ve always been really lucky and had good relationships with birth families. Once a child has been matched, goodbye contact is arranged soon after. That’s a really tough day.  My heart breaks for the birth parents as this really is the final goodbye. However, these little people deserve love, nourishing, and stability. Adoption gives that to them. It’s the start of something really great for them. My husband and I are always keen to meet their adoptive parents. To start growing a relationship with them too.

How do you prepare the children for adoption?

Generally, the little ones we’ve moved on to adoption are around 2.5 years old, or younger. They have very little understanding of what’s ahead and what adoption is. However, we try our very best to ensure they know that as much as we love them (and we really do), that we’re just a steppingstone. We start talking about what toys they’ll take when they go to their Dad and Daddy, Mum and Mummy or Mum and Dad. Usually when we start preparing them, we know about their forever family and the dynamics.  We try and make sure their memory boxes are completed a few weeks prior to introductions. This allows them a chance to see all the memories they’ll take with them. Two of our little ones who were recently moved on took 500+ photos from the last 15 months!

I think if we have an older child in the future, preparation will be talking about what adoption is and why it will be good for them. They’ll have much more understanding. We’ll talk through what this will give them and how important it is for them to have the stability of a forever family. 

How do you integrate transition books/toys?

We get the transition books and stuffed toys around 2-3 weeks prior to introductions starting. This allows us to introduce them gradually. Our last two who moved on to adoption were 18 months, and 2.5 years old. We read their introduction book with them every night. Used it as their bedtime story. We found it worked really well. Their stuffed animals were left on their beds to play with when they were ready. We let them know they could do this anytime.  Our 2.5-year-old requested to sleep with “Daddy” every night, which was the introduction book – really cute! 

In their bedroom they had photos of their birth family. We slowly started to replace these (they go in a memory box), with photos of their new family so they can always see them. The way we introduce these items has worked really well for us. When they meet their adoptive families, they’ve always called them “Dad, Mum, etc” from the get-go. This is absolutely lovely to hear!

How do you deal with “goodbyes”?

Goodbyes are extremely difficult. I will never sugar coat this. I try to hold back my tears until we’ve shut the door. But it doesn’t always happen. These little people always have a massive impact on our lives. They’re part of our family, and always will be. To say goodbye is the end of our part in their life. We send them to their new families with all their memories, so when they’re older, they can see exactly how much we cared for them. Also, in their memory boxes is a letter from us. We write about how much we love them, enjoyed caring for them, and wish them nothing but the best. We are usually the first people they’ve ever had a healthy attachment with. We can only hope that they’ll get this with their forever family. There’s no denying it though – the goodbye is awful.  

We always hope that we get to stay in-touch, but if not, we know we’ve done our very best. We know they’re getting exactly what they deserve, which is stability, love, and a family of their own. We tell each child the same, whether they’re 20 weeks old or 20 years old – the door is always open if they need a home.

How does on-going contact work?

When children move on to adoption, our Local Authority tries to arrange a contact visit within around 6 weeks. Depending on circumstances this can happen sooner. This helps the children to see that we’ve not just disappeared. That we still love them greatly. But they need to start to understand we’re no longer their main caregivers. This can take some time depending on their age or how long they’ve been part of our family. It’s always so lovely to see them. To see how they’re doing. How they’ve bonded with their parents.  Adoption really is so beautiful!

We say to every adoptive family; the phone is always on, and the door is always open. We want them to know we are here for them if they ever need a chat, advice, or if we can answer any questions. Unfortunately, it’s up to adopters whether to keep in-touch or not. We hope they do but understand if they need a while to bond as a new family. It is a challenge and they will have their own difficulties to adjust to I’m sure.

Throughout all our time fostering, we feel exceptionally privileged to have been a part of so many wonderful children’s lives. We feel grateful we were able to be their safe place, if only for a little while.”

I don’t mind admitting I shed a tear when I read this. A genuine insight into what it’s really like to foster. It’s so heart-warming. I get such an overwhelming sense of the love felt for the children in her care. Thank you @fosteringiscaring for entrusting me with your story.

Foster carers open their hearts to vulnerable children. Hold a nervous hand. Hug away a fear. They love. They care. They share. Their role is to give a safe, secure and stable place to call home. Something these youngsters may never have experienced. Protection shouldn’t be a privilege. Love shouldn’t be limited. Children deserve to feel, well – like children. Foster carers make this happen.

And when the time is right and the rewards of their dedication and commitment have paid off, they open their homes to adoptive parents. They gently and steadily pave the way for us to become a mum or a dad. They help and guide us. Teach us what we need to know about our son or daughter.

We have always talked to our children about the wonderful kindness their foster carers gave them. Stressed how important they are in our lives. If you are familiar with my children’s adoption storybook – The Family Fairies – you may know that I dedicated it to foster carers and social workers. To give them some much deserved recognition. They are the true “family fairies”…they really do make dreams come true.

You can follow @fosteringiscaring on Instagram as she continues her remarkable journey of changing little ones lives. You’ll also find me there too with my account @rosemarylucasstorytime .

To read some of the great feedback the The Family Fairies has received, you can check find out more in Book Reviews . I’m delighted it’s helped to support so many little ones in understanding their adoption journeys, including their transition from foster home to forever home. You can Purchase a copy here. Thank you!

Time To Meet At Last

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The moment has finally arrived. The moment you feel you’ve waited your whole life for. Despite all the training and support, you somehow feel totally unprepared. It’s time to meet your child. Perhaps more than one. Your son. Your daughter. It’s time for introductions to start.

This stage is planned with precision. The child’s welfare at the forefront. A great deal of groundwork is laid by foster carers. Sharing transition toys and books. Showing videos of adoptive parents and their homes for familiarisation.

I had a whirl of mixed emotions. Imagined the worst. Convinced myself that my child would turn away as I reached out to them. That they’d cry when I tried to interact. I couldn’t have been more wrong. It was the most incredible moment. A moment where in a split second, I knew I would love this child in a way I loved no other. Endless, unwavering, unconditional love. The kind of love that’s only shared between a parent and their child.

I’m so pleased to share Jessica’s story (Instagram account @jessicalaurenlewis). She talks of her experience of introductions. The reality of what’s involved. How it felt. She has given an insight into the practicalities and her emotions. This is her story…

“We first set eyes on our daughter in a slightly different way. Chemistry visits were to take place before matching panel. Not all local authorities do them. Even the next one to us doesn’t. But I think they are a good idea. The purpose is to see if there’s chemistry with the child. Between them and us as their prospective parents.

We’d known from the beginning, from “A”s profile, that she had some medical conditions that we needed to be comfortable with. That we would need to learn more about. These would also need to be factored into introductions if all went to plan at panel.

At our first chemistry visit, while “A” slept, we spoke to the foster carer and asked questions about routine, what food she liked, how she slept, what physio she had, what medical appointments she was going to. Then we heard her cry a little and the foster carer brought her down. She had the biggest smile on her face when she saw us. I remember clearly that she had the messiest hair!  All I wanted to do was run over and cuddle her. But I couldn’t. I knew I needed to hold back until the time was right.

After she had lunch, we were able to have our first precious cuddles. My heart burst for her. It was honestly the best feeling. We’d known about her for a couple of months but due to various meetings and her foster carer being on holiday, it was delayed. It was so worth the wait in every way though.

We saw her once more for a chemistry visit before panel. This time it was a bit more hands on which was lovely. She had lunch, we helped bath her and got her dressed. Then we played with her for a while. The social worker took some pictures and it was just amazing. We just wanted to take her home with us, but of course there were more steps to take until we could.  

We thought we’d see her again before matching panel, but they moved us forward. Luckily a space came up a week earlier. It was great they could fit us in, but it fell on the same day we were due to see her. We didn’t mind and we were happy panel was early. It was a step closer to her coming home.

We had matching panel on 11th September and were delighted to get a unanimous “yes”! Then only a week later, we had the planning meeting for introductions. This involved all the important people responsible for our little ones care. The adoption social worker manager, our social worker, “A”s social worker, the family finder, the foster carer and the foster carers social worker. The plan for introductions had already been drafted and we’d had the opportunity to see it between panel and the planning meeting.

The manager really helped in supporting us with “A”s additional needs and gave us a pack with theraplay ideas, some body maps and a sheet to note times we had to give “A” her medication. After that we went through the draft and made sure it worked for us all. We had to change a few times due to the foster carers commitment with her other foster children. But not a lot changed other than this and we were really pleased with it. 

Our introductions started a week later. We got there around 9.30. Of course, we had met “A” a couple of times at the chemistry visits so had already had that first special cuddle. “A” was sitting eating breakfast and gave us the biggest smile when she saw us – it was the best feeling. The first day we spent a lot of time playing in the playroom. I remember feeling really awkward about being in someone else’s house, but the foster carer made us feel very welcome. The second day involved more time at the house, and we got to do the morning routine. We even got to take “A” to the park.

On the third day we knew we were progressing to do bedtime routine so got there later in the afternoon. We took “A” to soft play and then took her back. We did dinner time with her, gave her a bath and then gave her a bottle ready for bed. This was a special moment.

We then had a day off, so we put garden storage up and got the final bits ready for her to come to us for a visit the next day. The foster carer bought a lot of her stuff with her. She has a lot of equipment to support her medical needs. It was nice for the foster carer and the other children to look at “A”s bedroom. We chatted for a bit and then they left.

It was weird but wonderful finally seeing our little girl in our house. We spent the day indoors playing and getting her used to the house. We took her back at bedtime, gave her a bottle and put her to bed. This happened pretty much every day until Thursday. Thursday was scheduled as “coming home” day.

Throughout introductions our social worker rang us every day to see how we were doing. Offering support, but also keeping in touch to see if they needed to extend the length of introductions. As everything was going so well for us, this didn’t need to happen. So, it was agreed we could bring her home.

I felt so emotional that day. I felt sad for the foster carer and I felt sad for “A”. When we arrived “A”s social worker was already there. We all had a cup of tea. We all had cuddles. And then there was the goodbye. There were lots of tears – although “A” was laughing away! We went to the car and signed a few things the social worker gave us, and then that was it. We could take her home forever. It was the weirdest day with such emotions. Happy, sad, overwhelmed. Every emotion you can feel. But above anything else, we felt full of love.”

This is a lovely account of that special first meet. The mixed emotions you feel. I have yet to find anyone who didn’t find introductions exhausting. They are. But they are the start of your road to being a forever family. The tiredness is worth every second.

Sometimes, things do need to be re-evaluated. Sometimes things aren’t as smooth as Jessica’s story. Foster homes may have given the only sense of safety and security little ones have ever experienced. Having people coming into their safe environment, can be unsettling. It can be traumatic leaving. Leaving behind the comfort blanket that is their foster carer. On rare occasions, placements break down. Introductions have to stop. Not often, but it does happen. It would be unfair of me not to acknowledge this.

Luckily though for Jessica, and most others, this wasn’t the case. Their experience was a positive one. It’s lovely to be able to report that “A” has settled in really well. Their lives are full of love. Full of priceless moments that will last a lifetime. Full of memories to capture and share. As a family. Together. Forever.

Follow Jessica on her Instagram account @jessicalaurenlewis to keep up to date with her ongoing adoption journey.

Lastly, don’t forget my children’s adoption storybook  – The Family Fairies – can really help to support your little ones in understanding key stages of the adoption process. Here is an exert of how I explain introductions and coming home.

“Time to meet at last, the big day was here. Happy tears and tight hugs to hold oh so dear. Learning together day by day. More Family Fairies guiding the way. Then their treasure came home, what a beautiful grin. Settle in, snuggle down. Let the fun begin!”

Face to Face Contact with Birth Mother

When we applied to adopt, it never occurred to me we might have a face to face relationship with our children’s birth mothers. During assessments, only limited discussions around this took place. We were always open to letterbox contact. Welcomed this. But when it came to direct contact, this wasn’t something that sat comfortably with us. It feels terrible writing this now. But it was the truth at the time.

We were asked if we’d consider a preplacement meeting. The importance of this for the future just didn’t resonate with us. Not as it should have. The idea actually made us feel a bit uneasy. What were we scared of – confusion, rejection? Looking back, we were probably thinking more about us than our future child. So, we said no. And it was never mentioned again.

As it happens, when we were matched with both of our children, the circumstances around the adoptions meant that a meeting was never going to be possible. So that was that. No face to face meetings were to take place.

I am delighted to share a poignant and powerful account of someone that took a different view to us. Kerry (you can follow her on Instagram – @kezzabods) has had the privilege of meeting the women that made her a mum. She has taken the remarkable tentative steps in starting a face to face relationship with her adopted sons birth mother. Here she tells us why she feels it’s the best option for him.

The first time I laid eyes on my son, it wasn’t in the delivery suite of a midwife led unit during a miraculous water birth as I had originally anticipated. Instead, it was a grainy photo on a Child Permanence Report that made him look a bit like the baby in the sun at the start of the Tellytubbies. Slightly less romanticised. But every bit ‘love at first sight’. 

Baby J, was a baby we had been fighting for. For months. Social workers had repeatedly told us he was matched with another couple. They were not pursuing any further links. Of course – I knew better. Of course, Baby J was meant to be our baby.

It boggled me that the social workers couldn’t see this. It was blindingly obvious to me, but they were thinking logically. They found perfectly suitable parents to love and look after him. He was going to get his happy ending. I couldn’t help myself though, and continued to check in with the social workers. They assured me if anything went “wrong” they would be in touch. And it did.

A month after we were approved as adopters, we got a phone call from our social worker. “Remember Baby J? It’s fallen through”. And so, it began. More meetings with more social workers. More chocolate digestives put on fancy plates that nobody touched. An introduction with Baby J’s foster carer was scheduled. And the following month – we were approved to adopt our baby. The baby I always knew was meant to be.

J’s history was neatly compiled into his report. His time in foster care, some information on his birth mum and her pregnancy. She was just like him – a name on a piece of paper. A grainy photograph. Not really real. We empathised with her story. Understood she wasn’t a bad person, but our focus was entirely on our baby.

Meeting up with birth parents had been discussed with us during the adoption process. Something more commonplace amongst adopters and birth parents in the UK than you might imagine. Clearly as long as it is safe to do so. Six weeks after he moved in – I met her. We had expected this all along and so a meeting didn’t come as a surprise to us.

What happened over the next ninety minutes changed me forever. This young woman was real now. Our son was her double. She thanked us for being his parents. Referred to him as “our son”. Told us everything he would need to know. Shared intimate moments of her time with him. Showed photographs she hadn’t shared with anyone else. She even gave us a family tree she’d sketched for him. We hugged, we cried, and most importantly – we connected. This young woman was now a part of my life. My son’s mother. She had given me everything I had ever wanted.

Our annual letterbox contact started shortly after. I sent photographs of him, and a month-by-month diary of things we did and what he’d learnt. I struggled to filter photos so ended up sending about fifty! These were moments she wasn’t able to be part of and I wanted her to be. I wanted her to see the life he was having – not to make it harder for her, but because I knew he was having the life she wanted him to have.

I worried I was overdoing it, and ensured she knew she could say if it was too much to cope with. But she didn’t. She loved it. She sent me more precious photographs from her contact time with him when he was in care. Some of her and what she was doing more recently. She mentioned a book she was reading, which I had read the previous year. I made some recommendations – and so our ‘letterbox book club’ started.

I met her again recently. Almost two years to the day since that first meeting. Seeing her brought back all the emotions and love I had felt the first time around. I know it was the same for her too. We caught up. I showed her videos of our son, including one I had filmed the night before of him saying hello to her and telling her he loved her. We talked about some new projects we were each working on. We even discussed potentially collaborating on a book together in the future – something that I’m very keen to do.

We are cautiously taking steps forward in our relationship with her. In her relationship with him. This is new territory for all of us, but I truly believe that the best thing for our son is to know the woman who gave him life. It won’t be easy, but it is fuelled by a mutual love and respect for each other – as parents. We understand he is the most important person in all of our lives. And if I get to have this wonderful friendship with her, it only seems fair that he does too.

(photographs provided by Kerry and permission to post)

I’m so glad Kerry has shared her story. A refreshing perspective. All adoptions are of course different. Countries like America are well known for having successful open adoptions. But it’s fair to say, face to face contact with birth families needs a great deal of consideration. The long-term positive outcomes for adopted children are believed to be very strong. For their identity. For the answers to their questions. But it can also be troubling and confusing if not handled in the right way.

Birth parents are sometimes vulnerable themselves. The reasons children were placed in to care must be factored in. It can of course be very emotional for everyone. Not always a positive experience. Ultimately, the safety and impact on the child is paramount. They must be the top priority. But clearly it can work. Kerry is proof of that.

Her story has really made me think. I wish we’d read it when we started the process. Maybe my initial views might have been different. My fears allayed. My worries softened. If I’d had the chance to meet our children’s birth mothers, I’d have told them how incredibly brave their decisions were. I’d thank them from the bottom of my heart. Show them the incredible impact they’ve had on our lives. Without them there’d be no us. Above anything else, they gave me the most precious gift of all. A gift I never thought I’d ever have…the gift of motherhood.

Thank you so much Kerry, I’m sure many readers will connect to your story. Don’t forget you can follow her and her ongoing adoption journey on Instagram @kezzabods.

Adopting with a Birth Child

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When we adopted for the second time, we carefully worked through the best way to introduce the concept that a new baby would be arriving. Luckily, our eldest already had the foundations of what this meant. They knew the word adoption, and in an age appropriate way, understood what it meant. Although I hadn’t put pen to paper and written The Family Fairies, I had all the ideas whizzing around in my head. We happily used these to help explain the stages we’d go through.

It was actually really natural for us to talk about adopting again. Without sounding flippant, the fact we were “doing it again”, was pretty much received with great excitement. In fact, very few questions were asked. Especially around the “why” or “how”. But adoption can be a tricky subject to get your head around. It is confusing for little ones. So, imagine if you throw into the mix that a new brother or sister will be joining a family – but they won’t be growing in mummy’s tummy as they had. This needs careful consideration on how to introduce.

I’m always touched when I read that people who’ve had a birth child, have made the decision to grow their family though adoption. As an author, I count myself lucky that I can use the power of storytelling to help children understand families come together in different ways. That families have different make ups. That they are all special. This family set up of both birth and adopted children is one of these.

If you’ve read my other blog posts, you’ll know I’ve found great support on social media, in particular, on my Rosemary Lucas Storytime Instagram account. I’m grateful to have connected with other adoptive parents and prospective adopters. I am learning loads from them. I hope they are learning from me too.

I recently spotted a fantastic post by someone I follow. It really caught my eye and I was blown away at the considerable thought this person had put in to helping her birth daughter understand that a new member of the family would soon be joining them -through adoption.

I’d like to introduce you to Molly from mollymamaadopt. I am so grateful that she is happy to share her story and the fantastic resource she has put together. I know it will support others. Here is how she came up with the idea…

“Hi everyone! My name is Molly and I’m a UK birth mum to a very sassy but sweet three-year-old daughter. My husband and I had always contemplated the idea of adoption. After much consideration we were certain our decision not to have another pregnancy was the right one for us. We attended our first adoption information evening and I was blown away. We knew immediately that this was the right path for us to take. After our pre-registration interview with our agency, excitement really started to grow. My husband was just as excited as me. I knew we’d support each other – together – every step of the way.

One of the biggest questions we had for our agency was how they were going to involve our birth daughter in the adoption process. How they would support her to be aware of what was happening. How they could help with the transition to the idea of an adoptive sibling. Our agency did not let us down and our social worker has been incredible. They’ve involved her throughout the process using creative play sessions and preparing a large part of our PAR (prospective adopter’s report) around how to support and raise her alongside an adoptive child.

We were signposted to quite a few books. Some were a fantastic start to introducing her to adoption in general. Our lovely friends researched too. They got us hooked on the CBeebies show “Hey Duggee”, which introduces the idea of adoption by included an elephant character who is mummy to a crocodile. We also used the Nutmeg range of books, as well as some others which we borrowed through Adoption UK’s lending library. However, I really struggled to find something specifically for birth children that focused on welcoming an adoptive sibling. I knew this was what my daughter really needed.

We started conversations with her about adoption, but it was hard for her to apply it to herself, or our family. I started hunting for resources I could use and was stunned at the lack of things specifically for birth children. Even our agency had limited resources because they had never been provided with anything. I knew my daughter needed something creative and ‘hands-on’. This is how she loves to learn. She really engages with interactive information at nursery and at home, so I knew she’d benefit most from an activity book.

After two weeks of searching with no luck, I gave up and put my graphic design skills to the test (which conveniently I am trained in!). I sat down and mapped out the process. Included what our family would go through, from meeting our social worker right up to bringing our second child home. I then designed the workbook including activities such as colouring, counting, thinking of ideas, doodling, joining the dots, filling in missing letters. I asked the amazing Instagram community for their experiences of birth children welcoming adoptive siblings. For any barriers their birth children experienced. I got feedback like – ‘not knowing about tummy mummy’ or ‘not understanding foster carers’ and even ‘being impatient waiting to be matched’. These are all things I’ve ensured I incorporated.

Before I knew it, I had 28 pages of activities for my daughter! I found a local printer to print it for me. I’ll never forget picking it up from their shop and being stuck there for twenty minutes answering questions they had about adoption. They were fascinated – they loved it and wanted to know more, which was brilliant!

My daughter has responded to the workbook amazingly. She comes home from nursery and runs to grab it and do more pages. She shows her friends and our family her work with such pride. It’s also successfully been used in her sessions with our social worker. We often find her telling her friends’ parents about foster carers or explaining ‘tummy mummy’ to her grandparents.  I just sit there with tears in my eyes beaming with pride.

I didn’t expect the workbook to go down so well. Our social worker even asked if the agency could use it, so I’ve created various templates for them. I’ve had so many lovely comments from people who have seen it. We plan to take it to panel to show them how much she has learnt and how it has allowed her to be fully involved. I can’t wait for them to see it!

Most of all, it will be an amazing memoir for us to keep and to show our children when they are older. Hopefully it will show our second child how loved they were by us all, even before we knew they existed…and especially by their big sister.”

I’m sure you’ll agree this is one of the very best examples of involving children through birth in the adoption process. I’m delighted to have the opportunity to share it. I hope those of you out there in this position, find it useful. I have to say, that it’s not just useful for this scenario. I’d love to of had something like this when we adopted our second child. Adapted to your own situation, I think it would have been so beneficial. I even think if you are adopting for the first time it could be used to help young family members, like cousins, to interactively understand how adoption works and how it differs to when you have a birth child.

So, embrace these lovely ideas. Adapt them to your own circumstances. Support your children. Engage them. And above anything else, prepare your little ones for the very very important job of becoming a big sister or brother.

You can find mollymamaadopt on Instagram. At the time of this post, they were still working though adoption preparation training and hoping to get an approval panel date soon. Follow her account and join them on their special journey as they grow from three to four.

Social Media and Me

I have a “love-hate” relationship with social media. I was very late to the party, only joining when I turned 40! I thought it was going to be fantastic. Keeping up to date with people when time and distance get in the way. Finding people that I’d lost touch with. Reconnecting. Connecting. Often it is all these things. But sometimes, I wish I’d never done it. The hold it has on me. I definitely suffer from the whole “FOMO” thing. If I’m honest, it’s become a bit of an unhealthy habit and I don’t think it’s always good for my mental health.

So, what social media considerations do I make as an adoptive parent? Do I need to approach it differently? Should I? Of course, decisions are individual. The following points are purely my personal views. I am in no way critical of people who do things differently to me. This is just how I approach my social media management. Some elements are possibly a little unnecessary, but I always air on the side of caution.

Essentially, I have come to dislike some elements of social media. Rather than sharing positive messages and joy, it’s often used as a platform for negative, sometimes abusive, opinions. I’ve been trolled myself. And it really hurt. I’ve been called a “fake mum”. A “pretend mum”. Been accused of being heartless at the joy I share. Selfish. It’s not a great feeling. I appreciate I’m supporting a sensitive issue. I try hard to be respectful of this. Adoption was wonderful for us, but others may have been hurt by its outcome. If I have a public presence and am open about my views, it would be foolish to think that I won’t upset some. I accept people will disagree with me. I just wish they could be more constructive and thoughtful in their responses.

So, I approach social media very cautiously. Especially when it comes to my family. I would love to show my children’s beautiful faces. To post quirky pictures of the cute – and naughty – things they do. But I don’t. I can’t. Once they are on social media platforms, they are potentially out there for all to see. Whether I want them to be, or not. Of course, accounts can be set up as private or public and this does help to a certain degree. But I need to feel in control of my children’s identity as much as possible. I’m very protective of it.

To help with this, I take some pretty standard steps. I rarely tag locations in posts. Try to be generic about where we are and what we are doing. Not always, but often. I’m careful with descriptions and details. Avoid posting pictures of venues we frequent regularly. Routinely. Like school. Weekly dance classes. Basically, things that could locate us. It is hard though, not to lose the essence of a story when being vague. But it’s a compromise I’m willing to take.

We’ve made sure that school know our children are adopted. We have not given permission for them to appear on any public communications, like their websites or promotional material. They can be in some group photos (without their names though). We have to allow this. We can’t let them feel totally excluded. Different. They’d be too upset, and they are too young to understand why. Thankfully our school takes children’s security very seriously. Reassuringly, before any school productions, an announcement is made that photos and videos are not to be posted on social media. Under no circumstances. I always squirm a little though. Knowing we’re partly responsible. We’re not the only ones, but we are some of the reason. Most parents would love to share how beautifully their little ones performed in their Christmas nativity. I’d love to as well. I feel bad that they can’t because of us. And, I feel bad for us too.

A really significant protection step I’ve taken and one you may have noticed, is that I am faceless – invisible! I made this decision after careful consideration. I didn’t write my book as a big money-making project. My primary objective is to support families that came together through adoption. However, I do need “The Family Fairies” to be a success. If it’s not, it’s unlikely I’ll get published the other adoption storybook ideas I have. So, I must consider myself as a small business. I have to self promote my book to build as much awareness – and sales – as I can. To keep my labour of love alive.

Faceless, invisible interactions are not sensible marketing moves. I am fully aware that it makes people less able to connect and engage with me. Less likely to follow me. Less likely even to buy my book. But, at this moment, it’s a sensible option for my family. This might sound very dramatic. Rest assured, my family are not in danger or anything serious like that. I won’t discuss the reason for this decision, but essentially our risk assessment tells us that it’s not appropriate to share my full profile. A personal decision based on our own adoption circumstances. Other adoptive parents happily show themselves, and their children. And this is fine. I wouldn’t want anyone you stop doing this just because I don’t. I’m certain they will have assessed it as safe to do so. Just as we have assessed it’s not.

To further support our social media approach, my husband and I have committed to never search for birth parents ourselves. I know some do this. I’m not criticising. However, please think carefully before acting on this temptation. It is inevitable that within minutes – probably seconds – of a search, you will appear on their feed as “someone you might know” “suggestions to follow”. That’s algorithms for you! A curious birth parent may just click on your profile as it pops up. And so, the cycle begins. Digital footprints become embedded. This is a risk we’re not prepared to take and I think it’s a sensible decision.

One of the main problems for me, is that technology and social media are progressing so rapidly. The constant advances scare me. You could be having a verbal conversation about something, then seconds later an advert for it appears on your feed. I hate this. Where will it be in 5 or 10 years time? What advances will be next? How will privacy settings change? Social media comes with a whole host of unknowns. It’s impossible to second guess how it will grow. I think it would be naive not to recognise that what we deem as safe to post now, may not be in years to come. It’s an element of my life that is out of my control and it probably won’t surprise you that I don’t like it!

Lastly, I wanted to just throw in a bit of a curve ball. Something a little controversial. A subject for debate. Adopted children are given life story books. They show their life before you become a forever family. Importantly, they include what is known about birth parents and extended birth families. This information is invaluable. It helps adopted child with their identity. I am fully supportive of the idea behind life story books and their importance.

However, I must admit that I felt – still feel – uncomfortable about some of the information contained in ours. Obviously, books will vary between agencies. Have different formats and content. Will differ depending on children’s ages and levels of understanding. Of their memories. But I had not expected our children’s to include full details of birth parents’ names, date of births and addresses. I was taken aback by this. I must reiterate that we are open and respectful of birth parents and we by no means want to hide this information. However, I have to question the appropriateness considering advances in social media.

We had in-depth conversations about this with our social workers, who tried to assure us that giving this information from the beginning was the best way forward. That it would actually reduce their curiosity and the likelihood of them trying to find it, because of course they already had it. I do get his. I understand it can help to build trust. I’m just not sure about it. I’m on the fence. Again, I must stress my concerns are purely around aiding possible unsupported attempts at contact. I really like lots of the books content. There are some nice phrases, thoughtful pictures. Lovely things to share to help us explain our adoption journey.

My mind works overtime though. 6-year olds are taught internet searches at school. You only need to be 13 years old to have your own social media accounts. A few clicks and inevitably – up would pop birth parents’ social media accounts. You don’t even have to be “friends” with someone to send them a message. Of course, there are certain settings that can stop certain accesses. But it still makes me lose sleep at night.

I hope that when our children want to find out more about their birth families, they will come to us. That we’ll do it together. I’d really welcome this. I want them to grow up knowing that we will support their decisions around their birth parents. Whatever they want to do. Including, trying to connect with them.

As their parents, we have everything there is to know in the reports generated through the adoption process. I’d like to pass it on when the time is right. When they are ready to learn it. But if they freely have key information, enough to attempt contact – why wouldn’t they? In theory – why shouldn’t they? It’s their story. Their identity. They have the right. Well my response is simple. Yes they do – but only when they are emotionally equipped to deal with it. When we can hold their hand and guide them through it. If not, it could be potentially traumatic. And dangerous. Adoption UK, are very clear that in their view, unsupported and unsolicited contact can have significant destabilising impacts on potentially vulnerable children. We have the responsibility to try and reduce the chances of this happening. The best we can.

Thankfully, from research I’ve carried out on my Instagram account, it appears this level of factual detail in life story books is unusual. Most have less specific information. So, my concerns may not be yours. But if they are, or if you have any questions, speak to your social workers or post adoption support teams. This is too important to get wrong.

To conclude, I think it’s fair to say that a common sense approach to social media is wise. Be careful not to share things about you and your family that one day you may regret. My gauge is this – I never post on my social medias, or my website, things that I wouldn’t be prepared for my children to read one day. Nothing that would ever embarrass them or that is too personal. Nothing that they could say to me one day “mum I wish you hadn’t shared that”. I’m a firm believer in their stories being their own for them to share – or not – when they feel ready to do so.

I do want to end on a positive note. Finding like-minded adoption based social media accounts has been fantastic. I am very proud to be part of a #ukadoptioncommunity. I thoroughly enjoy engaging with adoption accounts. I have learnt so much. Seen different perspectives. I have found comfort in them. Comfort I didn’t even realise I needed. I feel a deep connection to people I have never met. Probably never will. It’s very heart-warming. And very rewarding.

So, with this in mind, I guess it is possible for social media to do what it was originally intended to do. To bring people with similar stories and interests together. I am going to use mine in the best way I can. To share the honesty of adoption. But above anything else, I want to share the positives and joy adoption has brought us. How it made our forever family. How it made our dreams come true.

You can find the link to all my social media accounts on my Homepage, so please come and give me a follow!

Coming Home

Then their treasure came home, what a beautiful grin. Settle in,snuggle down, let the fun begin!

“Coming Home Day”. What an incredible moment for everybody involved. But you do need a seriously big supply of tissues. We were desperate to have our little one home; however, we were mindful this could be the last time we were all together. At least for a very long time. It is not always possible, or appropriate, to have direct contact with foster carers. Going forward it may just be letter updates and photos. All circumstances are different. Individual.

The goodbye was more emotional than we could ever have imagined. Understandably the foster carer was very upset. If I’m honest, it was really tough. I kept saying “should we give you more time?” “do you want another cuddle?” In that moment, I felt like we were breaking up a family rather than creating one. It was so hard to find the right words, but I’ll never forget the last thing my husband said to her as we walked away … “I promise I’ll make you proud”. And I knew deep down that he – we – would.

We drove away in tears, not quite sure how we would get over it. Couldn’t get our heads around how hard it had been. Despite the brave faces, there was genuine pain and this was hard to take in.

I was worried about the impact. The effects of separation. Unfortunately, I wasn’t wrong. After about a week of living in a wonderful blissful bubble altogether in our forever home, we were knocked sideways. The penny dropped that things were different. Where was that nice lady? Where had she gone? …she’s not coming back is she?

The eye contact stopped. Physically turning away when we walked in the room. There were no smiles or giggles. Some physical symptoms too. Our beautiful bundle of joy was suffering loss. Trying to process it in their own way. This was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with. I cried every night. Felt guilty that we were the cause of all this upset. That we’d taken them from her happy place. From the safety and security they were used to.

Generally, looked after children don’t go straight from unsafe or neglectful situations directly to adoptive parents. Foster carers have lovingly cared for them in between. Often for long periods of time. Of course this was going to be difficult. If I’m honest, very foolishly, we weren’t prepared for it. People used to say to us how “lucky” we were that they were so young and would have no memories. This was clearly not the case at all.

While you’re going through it, it’s hard to see that this is in fact an important part of the attachment process. We needed to fix it. Nobody else. Just us, as mummy and daddy. And we did. Slowly and steadily we built up trust. Let our little one grieve their loss. Attachments form in different ways. Take different periods of time. You must be patient and not push it. Showing loss is a good sign. It shows they have the ability to attach. But, it is really hard to watch.

After this difficult time had passed, things didn’t take long to settle. We were thrown headfirst in to being parents and all it brings. I was generally really nervous. Scared of doing the wrong thing. Making the wrong decision. But I think any new mum feels this way. We had the added angle of trying to stick to foster home routines. Not wanting to change anything for fear of upset and insecurity. This did make us pretty inflexible. But it is the right advice, Even if you feel that something different would work better for all of you. Don’t be hasty to change. It is hard to get the balance right.

I kept going back over all the copious notes I’d made in the meeting with the foster carer. We kept a detailed daily diary, probably for about 4 months. We recorded absolutely everything. All the basics like eating, sleeping and toileting, to moods and behaviours. If we were having a bad day, we’d look back to try and work out why. Reviewed the pages of good days and tried different things the next. It might sound a little “OTT”, but this totally worked for us. When the day finally came that I felt in control, the day that I decided I didn’t need the diary any more. This was a good day. I had finally gained the confidence that I could do this. I was becoming a mum. And it felt awesome.

Technically, this isn’t the end of our adoption journey – it will be with us forever. But it is the point in the road at which we became parents. I can’t express how amazing it still feels writing that word. Adoption made us a mummy and daddy. Yes, it was challenging. Yes, it was frustrating at times. But hand on heart and without any hesitation, it was the best thing we ever did.

I can’t find the words to express the deep love I have found. The sense of completeness I feel. I never really questioned if I would ever love them as “my own”. I wouldn’t have applied to adopt if I felt that way. You see, I can’t remember a time in my whole adult life when I didn’t dream of being a mum. I have always had a really strong maternal pull. That made it even more heartbreaking when I couldn’t become one. But to not become one at all, well, that was just not an option.

Of course, I have no real idea if the love I feel is the same as people feel for children they’ve had through birth. But I cannot imagine that it is any stronger than the love I feel for mine. I don’t think it’s humanly possible to love them any more than I do.

Thank you adoption for all you have done for me – for all of us. …”families come together in many ways, how truly splendid we all say”.


So, all the boxes had been ticked. The day had finally come to meet. Quite frankly, I was a total mess. In a whirl of mixed emotions. Not sure if I was coming or going. I had that peculiar butterfly feeling in my stomach – like I was about to sit an exam.

Introductions begin to start the transition from foster home to forever home. This stage is planned to fine detail with the wellbeing of the child at the forefront throughout. Depending on the age of your child and how smoothly (or not) the transition is going, this stage typically lasts 1-2 weeks. You steadily build up more and more contact everyday as you grow and learn together.

We pulled up outside the house, hearts pumping at double speed. I was terrified it wouldn’t be how I’d imagined. How I’d dreamt it would be. That I’d reach out to my child and they’d scream and turn away. The pressure I felt was huge. It had taken me 10 years to get to this point.  It was the most significant event, probably of my whole life. This was it.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. We were greeted with the biggest smile which melted our hearts forever. I genuinely think despite being young there was some recognition from the transition photos and voice recordings we’d put together. These things are recommended by social workers for very good reasons. They clearly work.

Our experiences of our separate foster carers was fantastic (I’ll talk more about adopting for the second time in later posts). Very humbling. But I think it’s fair to say that initially, it can feel a little awkward. They open their doors to you. Welcome you in to their home. But I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of uncertainty. Really silly and inconsequential things. Like where to sit. When to make a cup of tea. When to tidy up toys or make us all lunch. Not wanting to step in or take over. Waiting for the nod to provide comfort when the child – our child – started to cry. Holding back for fear of offending. Or getting it wrong.

The thing that surprised me most, was the amount of immediate close contact we got. Even on that first meet (which was around 2 hours long), we got endless hugs and kisses. Imagine that. I squeezed them so tight, totally lost in the moment. Oblivious to the endless clicking of photos capturing these priceless moments. Moments that now sit very proudly on display above our fireplace.

I hadn’t expected this level of interaction at all. I even gave a bottle, which was surreal -although I panicked I was doing it wrong and felt stupid when I couldn’t wind afterwards! I must mention that this scenario doesn’t happen for everyone. Your involvement will depend on things like age and degree of trauma they have experienced. They may not be so warm and welcoming. We were warned that we may not get any physical contact at all for a few days. You must prepare yourself for this. Pretty heart breaking after such a long wait, but you must be guided by the experts. Slow and steady is the best way forward.

Our introductions went really smoothly, but we were utterly drained – physically and emotionally. There were very early starts to be there before waking up. To be the first person they saw. Late nights to put them to bed and to stay to ensure they’d settled. A really key moment was when the foster carer brought our child to our home. They stayed close by for the first time for reassurance. But this was a really big deal – carrying our little one over the threshold. In to their forever home. In to the home where we would build memories to last a lifetime.

All in all, introductions lasted a week. I couldn’t decide if this was too long. Or not long enough. Were we really ready? We still had so much to learn. What I did know is that every day that went by, the dropping back got harder and harder. Having to say goodbye every night. Longing for the hours to pass quickly so we could return. Our love was instant and grew rapidly every day. It sounds such a cliché, but it really was love at first sight. It totally and utterly took my breath away. I’d never felt anything like it before. Ever. It was as if all the sadness we’d experienced washed away in that moment. That moment we saw them, held them, for the first time. Those big beautiful eyes. That cheeky smile. Those chubby legs. Those giggles. They mended my broken heart. Gave us hope for the future. Made all our dreams come true. It was nothing short of a miracle. We knew, without question, that we were going to do everything in our power to love, care and protect this precious gift. Forever.