For an adopted child, Christmas, like so many other celebrations days (birthdays, mothers’ day) can be a challenge. The language of Christmas is so loaded. Have you been naughty or nice this year? It’s only nice children that get what they want for Christmas. Christmas can be a time when…

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Earlier this year Super Girl exclaimed she no longer liked pink, anything sparkly or girly. She was so affronted when she was given Lego Friends, all she wanted was Lego. This has made me think about how toys are subject to gender stereotype marketing that packages up pink, sparkly stuff…

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For our Autumn vacation this year, ( around the same time as the UK October half term) we took a few days out to travel to Tours, the gateway to the Loire Valley, just a three-hour drive from Paris, and boy it was magnificent! Travelling to Tours We hired a…

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I cannot take any credit for this. These words are from the mighty pen or keyboard of the critically acclaimed Nigerian writer, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Probably best known for her fantastic novels Half of a Yellow Sun and Americanah, Chimamanda penned the essay, ‘Dear Ijeawele or a Feminist Manifesto in 15 Suggestions.” It…

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This was something no-one really mentioned, that my adopted children would be so noisy. I mean really, really noisy. Our background music is constant chatter, non-stop questioning, tiffs with each other and arguing with us, add a dash of back-chat, and topped off with always needing to have the last…

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