I decided to adopt in my late thirties, and having just left a long term relationship I applied as a single adopter. As part of the assessment process with the Social Worker we discussed how I would manage as a single parent and talked about the age of the child and what would be best for my circumstances. As I needed to return to work after my adoption leave, we felt it would be good to have a child of school age so that I could return to work part time without having to arrange alternative childcare. I was approved for one child aged 3-8 years old and my daughter was four when she moved in. It worked really well for me as I took 8 months adoption leave and returned to part time work when my daughter started school the following September.
Our first meeting was soon after her fourth birthday at the foster carer’s house. She looked at me shyly as she stood beside the foster carer. I had tried to think of something memorable to say for such a big moment in our lives but decided in the end that a big smile would say it all. She was full of fun and pleased to hear that I had two cats who featured prominently in the book I had put together about my home and family.
My life changed overnight when my daughter first came to live with me- in a good way. She was a fully formed little person with her own personality and character. It came as quite a shock as Barbie first took over the bedroom and then a tide of pink things swept through the house. Not content with just the decor, Barbie also took over my mind as I found that I knew all the words to ‘I’m a Barbie Girl’, and most of the dance moves. Suddenly all my priorities changed and I had a lot to learn, the main one being the importance of chocolate in your life, as I was now living with a dedicated chocoholic.
Four is a wonderful age when children do and say lots of funny things. She was a real chatterbox and it was a steep learning curve for me as I struggled to answer those unanswerable questions that children like to ask. Difficult questions arose such as ‘Mum, do slugs like thunder?’ and lots of questions about tooth fairies. While out on her tricycle one day she looked up at me and said ‘I’m a little cutie pie aren’t I?’ and she wasn’t wrong. There are so many memorable moments to treasure such as her first day at school, first time riding a bike without stabilisers, first time swimming a width in the swimming pool, and so on.
During our first 8 months together we spent a lot of time watching films (the Wizard of Oz is still a favourite), making items out of playdough, going to dance classes, and visits to the park and swimming pool. It was fun. I really enjoyed being with a four year old as she was learning so much and still had so many new things to experience. When my daughter started school I returned to work part time and we managed well although like most working parents I had to put a lot of thought into how to manage school holidays and unexpected sickness.
It’s now ten years on and my daughter is a fully fledged teenager - still a chocoholic and now able to reach the hidden stash in the top cupboard! The house is less pink. She cannot remember a life before Instagram. There are the usual teenage challenges of having to get up before 1pm and your parents are just so embarrassing.
We’ve had lots of changes since I met my husband and we now have a much bigger family. I also have three adult stepchildren, and am about to become a grandparent for the first time as one of them is going to have a baby soon. I’m really looking forward to having a baby in the family to fuss over, but in terms of my own experience of having become a mother to a four year old, I really wouldn’t change a thing.






