Amma

“Amma means mother in many languages. It is originally derived from the language Tamil word அம்மா which means mother”

When my son puts his hand on my cheek, looks me straight in the eyes and whispers... my amma forever and ever, I feel so full of love and nothing scares me anymore about motherhood.

So here’s where we are six months later... In the last two weeks J calls me his amma but only in the evening when we cuddle before going to sleep, the rest of day he calls me mommy. Yet when he calls me his amma there is something different about it, for some reason it feels more significant. It’s the only word he uses from his native language.

Six months ago we picked up a happy but also sometimes complicated little boy fast forward six months and J is pretty much like any other boy; charming, naughty and full of energy. Ready to start school next week, goes on play dates, loves dancing and swimming and watching Barney.

J speaks already in three languages of course French and Dutch are only starting but he understands the concept of different languages and since school will be in French, my guess is he will pick it up quite quickly.

When I read my earlier blog posts I smile, I was so scared at that time and worried and it was all for nothing. I was prepared for the worst and ended up with the best.

There is no update on the paperwork post adoption, I am still waiting for legalisation of some documents but it’s all a technicality.

The next months will be busy now that our “bonding holiday” is sort of coming to an end, as of Monday it’s school/work/playgroups etc... I will be focussing on work and being a family, everything else will move to the backburner for a while.

To all of you waiting for your child hang in there... nothing can prepare you for it and I hope you will all be as lucky as we are!