The Adoption Experience

Have been thinking about the different ways to grow a family and wanted to share the bedtime story that my Mum told me, her chosen daughter,  throughout my childhood:

Once upon a time there lived a Mummy and a Daddy who were sad .

One day, a fairy godmother appeared to Mummy, who was sitting in her garden, feeling sad.

"Mummy, why are you crying," she asked?

And Mummy replied, "I am sad because I haven't any children to love."

The Fairy Godmother smiled gently and squeezed Mummy's hand, "You wait right here, Mummy. I'll see what I can do."

And off she flew.

Mummy and Daddy waited and waited and waited. Every day, they waited for the Fairy Godmother to return but as each day drew to a close and she didn't appear, they grew sadder still.

And then one sunny day in May, the Fairy Godmother appeared, holding a pink bundle in her arms. It was a baby girl and Mummy and Daddy were so happy because finally, they had a child to love.

And do you know who that baby was?

Baby Elizabeth, meeting her parents for the first time.

In coming days, I will tell my story here because it makes me happy to share it and because lately, I've fallen into conversation with adoptive mothers (and one bio-mother) all of whom seem comforted and buoyed by my experience. Stay tuned!