What a wonderful few days at the Open Nest camp in North Yorkshire last week. The sun shone, La Rosa campsite was perfect and the kids had a ball at their “Kids Club”. We met some wonderful and inspirational parents and spent time wandering slowly around Whitby and loving the calm of the empty and almost entirely purple moors. We have come away inspired and energised – magical.
We met children and families who are living with incredible trauma and complicated behaviour and realised, oddly and perhaps belatedly, that we are too! While you are in the thick of muddling along and trying your best and just getting on with things it is rare to stop and think. Acknowledging the fact that what we are doing is demanding and that we are absorbing a mother lode (hm – I like that phrase, there is whole theory here!) of inherited stress is just critical. Too many adoptive families crumble in one way or another and the supporting of them is the only way to make it possible for the most damaged children in our community to even hope for healing.
During our week in purple heather and blue sky Jig joined in on some levels, Moo loved every minute and Titch reached exhaustion (which is actually very rare) and we napped and planned. We planned for our own respite and healing and that of our children and others like us. Not entirely unusually Jig completely lost the plot during a family visit on the long trip home and I looked at both him and I in the middle of the storm and saw us differently.
Now that’s magic.