Posts by Ian Davison

The fantasy perfect parenthood that I had imagined for my daughter was beginning to crumble.

I would like to think of myself as a good son to my parents. I was not the rebellious one.

This was very new and scary to us, but on top of it all, her words stopped. No more momma or dada, or bye-bye.

My first thought when she left the room was there’s no way I’m sitting on that chair.

The journey to adoption from the eyes of her father.

What a weak person I must be. My wife, going through all this and I’m standing here thinking about a brew.

I was in a position where I knew that I wanted a family but found it very difficult to imagine…

Do not be afraid to say sorry to your children. No matter how young.