I don’t judge their birth parents, nor should you What does it mean to be a good mum? For me it’s a one-word answer. Love.
Raising three amazing kids – Gregory, now 27, Patrick, 26, and Marlys, 24, I’d adored every minute of it.
But I still had plenty of love to give.
So in 2006, aged 47, I’d adopted my first child Shay, now 11, followed by Audrey, 9, then Ethan, 5.
They all had learning difficulties.
‘So it’s harder to find adoptive families for them,’ the agency told me.
A Paediatrics nurse, I knew all about the special needs babies can have – some mild, some severe.
So I wasn’t daunted. Knew how even the most seriously challenged children can thrive.
With love.
So perhaps it wasn’t surprising…
