I am a little over 30 and I am a mother of 4 children. And two biological, and two adoptive children. How it happened, and why I decided on new members of my family, I will tell you now. Maybe my experience will be useful to someone.
In my family, everyone loves children. My mom had a big family. All lived in a huge yard, where there were 3 houses and a grand Christmas table at my grandmother. Everyone gathered for the holidays, and the house became noisy, fun and joyful.
Holidays at the family table
I remember these holidays, Sunday meetings. Heat spreads in the shower.
I dreamed of such a big family. I wanted to be the stronghold that gathers around me all the children, nephews, relatives. Therefore, when twins were born in our family, my joy knew no bounds.
The children grew up and my husband and I began to think about having more kids. There are two ways of expanding the family: either to give birth yet, or to take the children into care from an orphanage. The first point my husband and I did not consider. My deliveries were heavy, cesareans and doctors recommended not to give birth anymore.
Then the question arose about adoptive kids. It also helped that our neighbors also took on the upbringing of two kids. There was such a nice example before our eyes and we made the final decision. I will not say which way we went the way of the bureaucracy, but we issued the documents for about a year.
Finally, we were given permission to choose children. Initially, we wanted the children to be relatives, and therefore our choice was based on two brothers: Andryushka and Yurochka. The boys were 7 and 5 years old. Their parents were wonderful people, but fate took them to heaven. The children were left orphans, and a month later they settled in our house.
My twins accepted them as siblings. Now in our house live 3 son and a sweet daughter.
I will not describe the difficulties we faced when living together. Everyone has difficulties. This characters, education, worldview. All this is all different. My task was to foster children feel necessary and family in the family. And they rewarded me, calling me mom the first week.
You can tell a lot. You can not only write a post, the whole story is enough of how we got along, got used to, fought and put up. But all this is in the past. 2 years have passed since I had 2 adult sons.
Today, my children are my pride. All my dreams came true, and the children found a real family with mom, dad, grandmothers, grandfathers, uncles and cousins. The whole family in the collection.
And you could raise a foster child?