Having a child. Daunting and scary at the best of times. Throw in both parents having a disability and the plot thickens. Whilst away, I like to use the time to reflect on my life, the things in it and how they are going. Last night, I was struck by a thought, which I expressed to Fran:
I thought about going to the cricket and the football as dad has with me. I want someone to go with. I may not know everything but I’ve got some good stuff to pass on and want to do so
It’s something we’ve contemplated for a while. My sister gave birth to my brilliant little niece last year and it’s been a privilege to be a part of the joy, richness and fun that she has bought into our lives.
I’m told that having your first born is one heck of a mission though. For us it would be that and then some. We’d need full time support for the first few months, and a well oiled operation to see us through.
Writing this, I’m also aware that some people might question our practical abilities as parents and even the fairness of bringing a little one into the world. I get that, and see why people would but I would respectfully disagree. There is no doubt in my mind that we can provide a safe, happy and healthy environment.
All of that isn’t to say things aren’t daunting though. I’ve always said that being a parent is the most important thing that I’d ever do if the opportunity ever arose. We’re also lucky to be in a position to be parents though, all things being well.
We have a social services review coming up and it’s one of the things we intend to discuss. Doubtless social services will take a keen interest in our plans. We’ll be closely assessed. There is that to be ready for too.
What I do know too is that we’re resilient and resourceful. We’ll also be absolutely surefooted in our decisions, and supported by a wonderful family and friends.
We shall see. For now, I’m just feeling broody and daunted!!:)