What do you do when the injuries you experience from your child are more than accidents or the usual, though challenging, toddler tantrums? What if it is actual violence? Violence that is daily, unleashed by the slightest perceived provocation, personal and sustained, hitting and screaming, verbal and physical abuse that bruises and injures body and eventually mind?
I have spent hours developing a connection with my son since he moved in and becoming a parent he knows he can trust, which as an adopted child he hasn't had before. It's not perfect but we are definitely further along our path than when we started. I'm single and there's only the two of us, so it does make life a bit easier.
Imagine a show based on ruthless competition in which entirely unnatural physical features were prized above all else and incestuous relationships, allegations of poisoning rivals, and other unscrupulous behaviour abound. It sounds like a salacious soap opera, right? Except it's not. All of these things are part of the saddest reality show on TV: Crufts.
I have to admit I was a little bit gutted when Moana lost out to best animation feature and best song at the Oscars. The inner Disney in me was all fired up, and I realised that it was not just because of the fantastic songs I had been humming for weeks. Moana was a new kind of character to the ones my sister had seen on screen before
The venue is booked, the guests have been invited. The eldest of our three foster children is preparing to celebrate her birthday. She is drawing up a list of presents that she would like, tentatively at first but gradually growing in confidence, with some encouragement. This is not something she has been able to do in the past, and it takes some getting used to.