After two years going through the adoption process, the big
day finally arrived when we were going to see our children for the first time.
We had already prepared ourselves reading 100’s of pages of reports about the
boys, their family history, the abuse and the neglect they were subjected too
during their first years of their lives, pictures from the foster parents and
seen a video of them playing in the park. We had started to have a vision of
our new family.
Our three children were finally reunited after 2 years in
different foster families, as our youngest son moved in with his two older
brothers a couple of weeks before our introduction started.
We finally started on the 3 hours car journey from London to
meet our children. The journey felt much longer, as we both couldn’t wait to
see them for the first time. Lots of questions went through my mind as to how
the boys would react when they met us for the first time. Finally we arrived
and parked up outside the foster parent’s home. I can remember they had a front
door with an opaque glass panel down on the right hand side. After ringing the
door bell, I could hear the voice of one of the boys screaming “They are here!!!”
and I saw a face looking through the glass panel. The door open and all three
of the children were jumping up at us and shouts of joy. They dragged us in to
the living room and wanted to introduce us to their different games and they
already started to fight for the attention from both of us.
After the first play session and great welcome, we did take
a picture together with the foster parents and our children. This has to be one
of the biggest moments in my life and was the beginning of a long journey!!