Nobody’s Son: All Alex ever wanted was a family of his own. Cathy Glass

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СКАЧАТЬ they were settled like a teacher waits for a class to silence, before quietly but confidently reading his name from the front. ‘Alex.’ Then he said, ‘This is a book about my family.’

      I went to the patio doors and drew the curtains against the cold night sky as Alex opened the album and announced, ‘This is a picture of my house.’

      ‘Cool,’ Adrian said admiringly.

      ‘Is that where you are going to live?’ Paula asked.

      ‘Yes, with my family.’

      ‘Cool,’ Paula said, copying her brother.

      Alex gave them a moment to savour the picture and then turned the page. ‘This is my family,’ he said proudly, pointing. ‘That’s my mummy. That’s my daddy and that’s my brother, James. They’ve got their best clothes on because they had their photograph taken by a photographer, like we do at school.’

      I smiled to myself, and I left the room with them huddled around the album.

      Alex was inseparable from his photograph album for the rest of that evening. When he wasn’t looking at the actual pictures he was holding the album or had it close by. He brought it to the dinner table with him, where he tucked it under his chair while he ate. It was beside him while he did his homework and then on his lap as he watched television. At bedtime he took it upstairs with him, clutching it protectively to his chest. He did leave it outside the toilet but took it with him into the bathroom, where he placed it in one corner, safely out of reach of any splashes of water. Once in his pyjamas he carried it through to his bedroom and then tucked it under his pillow for the night. ‘It will be safe there,’ he said.

      ‘Yes, it will.’ I smiled.

      ‘Have my family got pictures of me?’ he asked as he climbed into bed.

      ‘They’ll certainly have at least one of you.’ A recent photograph of Alex would have been included in the paperwork for the adoption matching process.

      ‘Do you think they’re looking at it now?’ he asked.

      ‘They might be.’

      ‘I’m going to meet Mummy and Daddy on Saturday and my brother on Sunday.’

      ‘Yes, that’s right. They’ll come here on Saturday for an hour and then you and I will go there on Sunday.’

      He nodded contemplatively and was about to snuggle down when he realized he’d forgotten to choose a soft toy for the night. He climbed out, picked up the polar bear with its gaily striped scarf, then climbed back into bed.

      ‘Do you think James takes a cuddly to bed with him?’ he asked.

      ‘Possibly, I don’t know. You could ask him on Sunday.’

      ‘I might be too shy to ask,’ Alex said, and lay down.

      ‘James is likely to be shy too to begin with,’ I said. ‘Remember that. But you’ll soon get to know each other and relax.’ I tucked him in. ‘Would you like a goodnight kiss?’ I wondered if he might, as he’d been happy to have a hug earlier.

      ‘No, thank you,’ he said with a small, embarrassed smile. ‘I’m saving all my kisses for my mummy.’

      ‘I understand,’ I said, also smiling. ‘Night then, love. Sleep tight.’

      He turned onto his side, and with one arm around the polar bear slipped the other under his pillow to rest on the album. With a little sigh of contentment he closed his eyes for sleep.

      The following day Alex brought the album down to breakfast and then returned it to under his pillow before he went to school. Many children store their treasured possessions under their pillow; sometimes it’s the only safe place in their house. Jill, Debbie and Lin all telephoned that morning to see how the previous evening had gone, when I’d shown Alex the album and explained the timetable of introduction. I said it had gone very well indeed and that Alex was looking forward to meeting his adoptive family. I told them he treasured the album and had slept with it under his pillow. They were touched and pleased, as this positive start boded well for when they all met, and indeed for when Alex moved in. If a child is ambivalent or even negative towards their adoptive family at the beginning of the process, the parents can face a very unsettled few months when the child moves in, with challenging behaviour designed to test the parents’ love and commitment. Thankfully they are usually prepared for this, and with post-adoption support they can appreciate how difficult it must be for the child, with all the adjustments they have to make.

      I telephoned my parents that morning. We usually spoke on the phone a couple of times a week and saw each other on alternate weekends, with either them visiting us or us them. They’re the typical loving grandparents who dote on and spoil their grandchildren. They also welcome any child or children I am fostering. We’d been due to see them this weekend, but I now realized that wasn’t going to be possible. Adrian and Paula were out with their father on Sunday and I would be taking Alex for his first visit to his new home. They could have come on Saturday afternoon, but I felt that would be too much for Alex. He would have met his parents for the first time that morning, and then to have to meet more new people (whom he probably wouldn’t see again) in the afternoon could have been confusing and unsettling. Dad was out, so I explained the situation to Mum. She was understanding and said we’d get together again as soon as possible.

      The rest of the day passed much as usual. I did some work, collected Paula from nursery at lunchtime and the boys from school in the afternoon. The evening disappeared as most school-day evenings do with dinner, homework, stories, bath and bed. Alex had checked that his album was still under the pillow when he’d arrived home and had left it there for safe-keeping, periodically popping up to his room to take a peek. At bedtime he asked me to go through the photographs again and also the timetable of the introductions before I said goodnight, which I was happy to do.

      The following day was Friday and Adrian was pleased it was the end of the school week and that he would be seeing his father on Sunday. Contact was something we’d all had to adjust to, and it was now working as well as could be expected, although the feeling that none of this should ever have happened in the first place stayed with me. Yes, I blamed John, but I kept it to myself so it didn’t affect the children’s relationship with him. Alex was obviously pleased the weekend was nearly here as he would be meeting his parents. In the post that morning was a letter from Debbie enclosing a copy of the timetable, and I put it with my diary.

      Alex was quieter than usual that evening and I thought he was probably a little nervous, which was only natural; he had a lot to think about. I asked him a few times if he was all right and he said he was. As we didn’t have to be up early for school in the morning I let the boys stay up a little later, although I took Paula up at her usual bedtime as she needed more sleep at her age. At 7.30 the boys and I were in the living room playing a game of cards when the house phone rang. Leaving the game, I picked up the handset from the corner table. ‘Hello?’

      A half-familiar male voice said, ‘Cathy?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘I hope I haven’t disturbed you. Is this a good time to speak to Alex? It’s Graham. We were told we should phone at the end of the week.’

      ‘Yes, of course. Debbie mentioned it. I’ll put him on. How are you?’

      ‘Fine, thanks. Sandy will speak to him too.’

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