So after getting the go ahead from the kids social workers, we had a few months wait until the next stage, which was the life appreciation day. This 'delay' (that is how it felt for us as impatient excited parents to be...) was filled up with more forms, Christmas, a lot of panic, some even … Continue reading Are they staring at me?
So the day arrived that the children's social worker were expected. Sandwiches were ordered (A platter from a local supermarket, some crisps, scotch eggs (you never know when a Scotch egg will be needed) some sausage rolls and even more tea). The safety equipment was installed (mostly :-)), the house is tidy (very), the dog … Continue reading The knock of Fate
After a couple of weeks of nervous waiting we were sent the children's 2 CPRs, which showed much more detail on their back ground and families. These are 40 odd pages of information on each of the kids (see previous blog for more). S and I settled down with a cup of tea for S … Continue reading Panic – is our house ‘unsafe’ (and messy)?
During the process of looking through the profiles, both S and I found 2 kids that really took our interest
After staggering out of our successful first panel (spoiler alert - there is another......), we were then able to have access to the real profiles of children who are currently up for adoption.
So after our training we started the process of home visits, where we have a deep dive into our lives, the good, the bad, and the slightly awkward.
Our journey continued onto the 4 day course organised by the Charity (PACT), which is where we felt it started to get very real (and serious). The course was held over 4 days over 2 weeks and was the first time we met others on the same journey as we were. We both were quite … Continue reading Train, Train, Away….
This is my second blog on our journey to adoption where we move on from the introductions to the actual process – or simply forms, forms, forms
It is amazing some of the different responses you get when you tell people that you are planning on adopting. Adding into that the fact that I, as a man, plan to be the primary care giver (what a phrase), there seems to be an almost reverence to the ‘sacrifice’ we are making to provide … Continue reading “Well done, good for you, you must be so proud…”