Shortly before we met for the first time, and with the help of his social worker, six year old J prepared a book about himself for me. It had six chapters:
1. wot I like
2. hand span
3. my famil
4. wer I go
It included drawings of his foster carers’ caravan and a drive-in McDonald’s, an outline of his hand, and his vital statistics: he was already a healthy 1 metre 24 ‘tooll’ and weighed 25 kilogrammes.
Like many boys of his age, he dreamed of flying to the moon, ate pasta and apples, and liked to drink ‘gootz’. You can see a video made a few months earlier of him eating his beloved pasta here.
I still cannot decipher what he liked to play though …. Was it baddy, or daddy, or baby? A mixture of all three, I suspect.
As this post is linked up to the Adoption Social’s Weekly Adoption Shout Out #65 on the theme of When I Grow Up, you also need to know that this little boy wanted one day to be a vet.
Over the next couple of years, J was able to try out a number of different professions:
And what does he want to do now when he grows up? He has absolutely no idea…. But doesn’t he look handsome in his new clothes for his work experience interview?