I made my way over to the adoption court office last week to hand in our
formal request to legally adopt LBM. Strangely enough, up until the
final court hearing in two months time, we currently 'share' parental
responsibility between ourselves, the birth parents (!) and
social services. Handing over the court admin fee of £170 (Gulp!) I turn to LBM and
say, "Soooo....not just for Christmas, are you?" He squeals with
delight which brings a smile to everyone in the court office. But hey, a
friend paid £350 for her Beagle puppy so I reckon we got ourselves a
cracking bargain here.
I will say, it certainly feels like we share parental responsibility with social services and I am looking forward to closing the door to them for that final time. But as much as I whinge about the endless meetings with these paper pushing folk (seriously, we have three lever arch files full of paperwork and a huge pile waiting to be filed), some points they make are annoyingly relevant. When they were doing our house safety survey, they asked if we had any loose rugs. I remember rolling my eyes to the moon. But now, when LBM toddles into the lounge and trips over the corner of that rug that curls up ever so slightly, I can't help thinking they were right.
When they kept going on and on about how I would miss my family, once again I
rolled my eyes to the moon. But it's at festive times like this
Easter when every friend I have is celebrating up a treat with sumptuous family roasts and Easter egg hunts. It really hits home and once again, they were spot on.
It may also have something to do with the current series on TV on adoption. It's virtually a
blow by blow account of what we went through and brings back all manner
of emotions. But it also gives me
an insight into what emotions the social workers have to deal with on a daily basis. We only deal with them for around 2 years throughout our process. For them, it's an everyday affair. I have a new found admiration for them. Respect.
- mummy in the baking
- This blog is about me and my voyage to becoming a mummy. Ironically called “mummy in the baking” as together with my passion and obsession for all things cake related, I will never be able to have my own "bun in the oven." Years of fertility treatment have taken their toll and I now find myself on a new..eek, i hate this word...journey! The crazy train to adoption. I hope you will join me while I bake my way to becoming a mummy. I want this blog to be a source of information as well as a comforter. I hope it will inspire and help anyone who is considering adoption or who has in fact already bought their ticket for this..here I go again...journey. Cake makes me happy and I hope you will enjoy sharing my love of it. I want it to help lift your spirits and hearts through what can only be described as 'the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.' Along with my desire to be a family, I love my dogs, have an unhealthy love of sausages and chenin blanc, adore my land rover uber-nerd of a husband and continiously dream of balmy summer evenings. Baking in progress…..