My son J was nearly seven when I met him, and the last thing on my mind that first blissful summer was flying off into the sun. Just the opposite in fact. He’d had a very difficult start to life and had spent four years in foster care. So we stayed put so that J could settle into his new home and his new family, and I could try to learn how to be an adoptive mum.
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Nine years on, and we have covered a lot of ground!
We’ve caught the bus (and ridden camels!)…. From Marrakech to Essaouira in Morocco
And if we look to the future? There are old family friends to visit in New Zealand, and dear cousins still to meet in Israel. There are mountains to climb, and oceans to swim in. And all this to do before the boy tires of his old mum. We’d better get a move on!