Given that I am still smiling after the weekend I have to share the reason. I was lucky to see the gorgeous Aleisha twice over the weekend. All my friends know that they will lose me when my baby girl is around. The absolute icing on the cake was a sleeping girl on Sunday. Watching her blink open, focus and give me a big smile made my weekend. As daft as it sounds I am still grinning now. Don’t get me wrong, I am a broody man, I love babies but Aleisha and Harriet before her are so much more.
We all have problems and trouble in life, luck and fate are often blamed. Aleisha doesn’t worry about the start in life that she has had. She doesn’t fret or stress, she happily accepts the love lavished on her by amazing foster parents. Aleisha is such an animated baby, she studies everything around her. The world entertains and enthrals her in such a way that you cannot doubt that she will tread her own path. There is something in the innocent smile of one so young that makes you remember that all trials are transient.
Aleisha will soon meet her lucky adoptive parents. They are overjoyed and desperately keen to take on their new role. It’s a wonderful story and one that I consider myself lucky to know. I am told that babies have very little memory of early life, certainly I can’t remember being a baby. I like to think that just maybe I’ve helped Aleisha with one more preconception. Perhaps when she is older and meets a heavily tattooed man she won’t be intimidated she will just smile and get an urge to say ‘boo’. One thing is for sure she has melted the heart of this old man.
I was lucky enough to spend some time woth the gorgeous Aleisha yesterday, thanks Helen for the tip. If you ever have a day when you doubt your fellow human beings then I suggest you spend some time with foster carers. I am always humbled by the love and attention that these guys lavish on their wards. I love babies but I don’t think I could find the level of selflessness that meant I could pass a child onto adoptive parents, even though I know it’s the best thing.
Aleisha has some lovely adoptive parents lined up and soon she will start her new life with them. I know I will miss her, as I miss her predecessor Harriet, and I only see them breifly. For foster parents that have full time care it must be a difficult time, to have such dedication is quite inspirational.
It has also been an interesting weekend for science. I have confirmed that the only reason for a human to eat doner kebab is alcohol. In fact I have proven that the link between drunkenness and the revolving spit of doom is common to us all. Not only do we believe that this is actually food when we are drunk but it calls to us like a siren song.
My evidence for this is Dell who, having consumed a glass or two of wine, left the pub to walk home on Saturday. Dell is a long time confirmed vegetarian but on Sunday awoke to a strange smell in the house.
Yes he answered the drunks calling, sitting in the kitchen was the kebab he had purchased on the way home. In this we can see that the kebab had called to that deep subconscious that can only be accessed when drunk. Being a non meat eater allowed Dell to answer the call and satisfy the yearning without consuming the thing. There is a lesson here for those that are carrying some weight, buy it and bin it in the morning it still makes you feel better.
I think more experiments will be needed to understand what it is in a vegetarian brain that rejects this Pseudo meat. I have to call Blossom Hill today to see if we can arrange a research grant. I think Dell will be happy to participate, in the interests of science of course.
Science is also responsible for the fact that lefty has been giving me a lot more pain. Obviously science is being controlled by the evil Ms Nature but even she has to respect science. I cannot work out what I have done but my best guess is that I have forced the rotation into a new and uncharted area. Essentially all of the moving parts are gunged up with blood and debris from the accident and I have to work through these. I think that lefty has reached a blockage and we are now wearing it down. One thing I’ve never worked out is where all this rubbish goes? I understand why it’s there and that I have to wear it away but does it not just collect somewhere else?
In a final medical update I awoke this morning with a sore leg. Apparently I chose to answer the phantom itching on the donor site by scratching it. I say phantom itching because
When I was talking to the happy foster couple the other day they told me how they take their children away. Apparently studies have shown that they don’t remember anything at such young ages but they feel they deserve the experience. Now before I gush on about how lovely this is and how lucky we all are that such people exist, I have to challenge the theory.
I was not brought up in a wealthy family but my mother was adamant that as babies we had holidays. We didn’t go abroad, we had out of season caravans at the coast. I don’t remember details but something must have snuck into my consciousness. I say this because I still get a shiver when I look at a pier. The paint may be peeling and the timbers splintered. But the sight of those seaweed draped legs, broken and seemingly random, still evokes warm memories.
I love the noise and smells of the enclosed areas. The brisk breeze and sense of freedom from standing at the end of the pier looking back at the coast. I have no idea what it is but we all have childhood conditioning, not direct memories as such but senses that reside deep within us. However it is that they are generated our seaside wouldn’t be the same without them. Without that inner sense would people still travel 70 miles to spend the weekend in a box, then travel 2 miles further to spend the day in a smaller box.
I hate to be serious, really its not a natural state for me. But I have had a horribly philosophical day and you, as my audience, are obliged to share. I saw my most wonderful couple this evening, like extreme foster parents they do what I couldn’t. I love these guys nearly as much as I love every gorgeous ward that they have. How you can see such a beautiful, happy and loving little girl and give her up is beyond me. I hope, for us all, that my despair of the human race is not justified.
We are talking about a sweetheart that I struggle to pull myself away from, thank you Helen for the observation. How could any of us get to a point in life when we would leave our children, our babies, our future? It breaks my heart to see these babies but it gives me hope that amazing people are out there to love and cherish them. So I live in a country where there is high unemployment, no prospects and high childbirth why is that? Checkout this website to see how unsustainable our growth is:
Of course, like all debates, there is more to this. My friend Barbie was refused sterilisation by our health service this week. She is not alone, I have many friends that have been told the same and I struggle with the logic. Below 40 or below 4 children and they won’t entertain you. This is ridiculous, I love my foster couple but I want to see them bored. I love babies but I love happy parents nearly as much (honourable mention Dan and Jodie) why would you not want to stop breeding when it makes sense? How can a sensible country refuse sterilisation? I always direct my friends to the marvellous Marie Stopes but is that really the best we can do? I am sick of hearing rejections, sterilising makes sense, if somebody wants it please help them. After all I can only be uncle to so many!
I adore babies, I really am the most broody man you will ever meet, but lets remember to treasure them. Barbs your amazing, you have done a fantastic job and tread a horrible path, stick with it kidder your in the right. You could try taking the old man to the meetings as ‘evidence’.