At SEWAS we think hearing an adopter’s story is the best way for people to understand the process. We reached out to one of our adopters for an honest story of adoption. Here’s what they said…
A day in the life……(of a solo adopter)
So after a night of little feet in my ribs, cute little snores in my ear and what feels like
a million ‘is it morning yet’ whispers in my ear, it’s finally 6am and time to start the
day with my little human.
The first thing he asks is ‘what am I doing today?’ Before proceeding to ask if he can
have sweets, to which I have to remind him, it’s 6am, no you can’t have sweets haha.
He then asks for poached eggs or cheese on toast, because of course he’s the king of
the house, who knew coco pops wouldn’t be good enough for a 4 year old.
After making breakfast, he will then have some iPad time whilst I shower and get
ready for work. (I know, screen time but you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do!) Then
it’s on to teeth and a quick wash before he wants to pick out his own ‘cool’ clothes for
pre school. Yep, already at that stage of choosing his own outfits and he’s only 4!
Our mornings don’t look much more relaxed on a weekend either because once he’s
awake and we’re up, it’s time to get ready for plans with friends or football training or
of course, his friends’ birthday parties. Who knew a 4 year old could have such a good
social life!
We spend quite a bit of time at soft plays, parks and his all time favourite, the skate
park, all of which I of course have to get fully involved with too. Running round a skate
park, trying to keep up with a 4 year old wasn’t always how I’d planned my Saturdays
but I wouldn’t change a single thing now.
In the evenings, it’s often back home for tea just the two of us, unless Nanny pops
over. He quite likes getting involved in planning meals and will often suggest what he
fancies that evening. We’ll always then follow that by some playing, snuggle time on
the sofa, bath and then more snuggles in bed (Yep, 3.5 years in and we are still co
sleeping. Although I think I’d miss him more than he’d miss me when he finally gets
too big for that.)
And then, we start all over again. Blessed to spend another day being a Mummy to my
perfect little boy!