So… yeah, we’re adopting again. Did I mention that?
The Terrible Twos are so called for a reason. Our 5yo came home to us shortly after his second birthday. He was, by nature, a full-on handful at the best of times. Add in to the mix the developmental phase he was in, the grief of losing his foster family, the confusion of suddenly having a new family… we had the terrible twos on acid.
But in the midst of the craziness and new-mummy-shock, we had the earth-shattering happiness of the privelege of having this incredible child to love. I used to say back then I wasn’t sure if he was going to turn out to be a superhero or a supervillain, but either way he was going to be awesome.* We had adventures, and crazy play, and mind-blowing lessons to learn.
Quite early on we asked ourselves if we could do it again. At that time we were pretty exhausted, and Husband was concerned I maybe didn’t have the capacity to go again. We agreed to not talk about it for 6 months, then ask again.
Our son grew older, we got wiser. Six months passed. “So, are we going to do this again?”
You see, we still had space, both in our heart and our home. We were acutely aware of children still needing families, and, above all that, knew that the 5yo would be a fantastic big brother.
We didn’t go again straight away, we took some more time to be sure the 5yo was settled and secure. Then we were assessed, approved, and… but that’s another story.
We said we’d probably like a girl, and definitely want a younger one this time, because, truly, no-one in their right mind would adopt in the middle of the terrible twos again, right? You’d have to be certifiable.
Last Friday, a social worker came to visit us. We are linked with a gorgeous, cheeky monkey of a 2yo boy. We are bursting with joy. Incandescent.
And certifiable, clearly.
*Definitely superhero. Just sayin’.