Thea - #04
- elvisishere04
- May 9, 2017
- 2 min read

I got up early again today purely due to excitement. I didn't want to waste any time so immediately got started on my breakfast.

I ate it all within a couple of minutes and headed to the showers before getting changed and brushing my teeth.


I half-walked half-skipped into my bedroom and turned on my laptop, quickly finding the adoption service's website in my favourites bar.

To my delight Brendan was still there and I called the agency asking what the earliest time I could come in was.


By this point the time was just past 9 o'clock but they said the earliest slot they had was at 11. I reluctantly agreed and decided to do some yoga to pass the time...



At half past ten, I got changed again and headed off. Fortunately, I was able to adopt Brendan!

I knew I would be happy but not this happy! He is the sweetest little boy I've ever met, I've already taken to calling him my 'little angel'. Along with the happiness there was another feeling I wasn't expecting, it's hard to describe. It's this kind of weird sensation of not knowing and maybe not being enough... Adopting a child is strange. I have no idea how I've ended up with Brendan, what happened that meant he had to be adopted? Did his parents die? Were they abusive? I'll never know and neither will Brendan, he'll just have me. I'll be the only thing he has and I've already started worrying about it. I was expecting not to think about things like this until I eventually have to tell him he's adopted and I don't know when or how I'll do that. I worry that he'll want his real mum, not me. A fake, a replica. He is not my child but I'll treat him like he is. I am not his mum but I hope I'm good enough for him to be happy to have me instead...
From me and from Thea,
Thanks For Reading,
And
Goodbye