It is perhaps a little self-indulgent to be talking about my own new experience, when in actual fact, it is the boy who ventured into new territory. However, this blog is about adoption and our experience as adopters as well as the development of our son.
In the lead up to Christmas we decided to do some speculative Christmas shopping, and thought we would treat the boy to his first train ride.
Because of Mummy’s work, I often take him to the train station to greet mummy after she returns from London. He has shown a consistent interest in trains, and lights up when a train whizzes past without stopping at the station:
“Daddy, look… TRAAAAIIINNNNNN!”
Interested as he is, we have a host of train related toys for him which seem to be the most played with.
Under 5s go free – thankfully
With all of this in mind, we wanted the boy to experience a real train ride, so instead of driving into town, we caught the train, for the meagre 17 minute trip. (At a cost of £20.00 I might add – no wonder people don’t commute!)
The exorbitant price aside, we had the good fortune of having a ticket salesman print out some fake tickets for the lad, so he could have his very own train ticket for the journey. (Under 5s travel free in case you didn’t know.)
As he grasped the tickets tightly, my wife took our son to a free seat, and I purposely lagged behind so I could take in my own new experience.
To see the excitement and anticipation reverberate around my son’s sunny face brought back to me why we took on adoption.
We pulled away from the station, and he beamed a bright smile towards me, and the carriage echoed with a
“Daddy, look… mooooving.”
…a wonderfully toddler-like emphasis on the ‘mooo’.
First experiences all round
It occurred to me that his first experiences were also first experiences for us. We are equally excited about such events purely to bear witness to our son’s knowledge swelling in front of our eyes.
This is not always the case with adoptive children, who can typically become anxious at the mere thought of change or anything new. So, I suppose we are blessed that our son is not affected in this way. At least, he wasn’t this time.
The experience also showed us how much he has come on since he has been with us. His gleeful stares at other people on the carriage and his pure volume were of a boy who was taken in by the new textures, smells, and views. This was a boy who is showing no fear, and a lad who, we are increasingly hopeful, has a bright future.
I just hope all his first experiences are as positive as this one.