On one ordinary Saturday morning I opened a letter from the court dealing with Star’s adoption – Star’s birth parents were asking for leave to appeal the making of an adoption order. It was a short letter, no details. Dates for them to lodge their reasons. Deadlines for the local authority to respond.
And for us, all we could do was wait.
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I recently applied for my daughter’s first passport. No big deal, millions of people have a passport.
However as an adopted child, it is a big deal because it raises issues of identity.
Who is she?
Who are her parents?
Where does she legally have a right to reside?
My daughter’s first word was f*ck.
Which might surprise you because I am a Christian
and I am a doctor.
One month after Star came home, my Dad was taken ill in London.
I was torn. There was no way Star could cope with a journey to London, and as her new primary attachment figure ideally she needed to stay with me. I needed to see my Dad.
Continue reading “Wings are not made for flying…they are for Soaring”
Adopting Star 