Joy and laughter and blinking hard work. That about sums up our days with our four children. Fathers day does force you to remember what it was like before they arrived but honestly, it is fast becoming a dim and distant memory.. our life BK, Before Kids, that is.
When we started our adoption journey we were sure what we could handle or not handle and quite narrow in our search criteria for our children. After our preparation course and discussions with other parents and our fantastic social worker Penny our thoughts had evolved and broadened. And thank goodness for that. Before we knew it we had (and were prepared for, I might add) our lovely four children to come in and turn our world upside down and in a good way.
Father days will, I hope be like any other weekend. To be woken by the children each demanding a cuddle and my attempts to listen, half asleep to their reports on their dreams and whether they had dry nights or not (it’s a competitive thing in our house)…with the children always asking me if I had a dry night (I can always report a success thank goodness).
My pleasure on Fathers day will not be to have my breakfast made for me in bed, but for me to “cave in” to my kids demands to make them my “world famous” Belgian waffles with blueberries and strawberries and lashings of maple syrup and to smile as the kids demand more and more. With of course myself sneaking the odd one. Perfect.