DS is four tomorrow and I'm sitting her elate wrapping his presents feeling really conflicted. I am so proud of him, he's such a little trouper - its the first time I've received a Mumsnet Parents guide (what to expect at 4) that I've been able to tick off every expected milestone (except apparently his grammar is rather poor - eh?!)... he is bang on target for everything - no premmie delays no institutional delays, no speech delays etc etc. He's such a great boy and I can't believe how much I have come to love him over the past 3 years.
And yet I'm sitting here thinking of his birth mother and how she will never know him or he her, and how his birthday will forever also be the anniversary of the day she relinquished him.
Is this a phase? I don't remember feeling quite this way before, I think possibly because its the first year that he's really conscious of it being his birthday and is so excited about having a party tomorrow. Its a honeymoon period before he really grasps the implications of being adopted and it saddens me to think he may not have very many years to enjoy it before it might start to bother him.
ONe of the things I never considered about adopting was the pain you feel on behalf of your child and how impotent you are, you really can;t change it.
Does this feeling wear off? Am I just being maudlin because I have a cold?