I am an empty nester but I do not have an empty nest. We have adopted a little boy who just turned four on December eighth. His name is Oliver and he has a full head of black curly hair. He is very well behaved for his age, acting better on most occasions than our biological children did at the same age.
Oliver, the name we gave our son, is a typical boy. He loves to run and play ball and watches television on occasion. He has a preference for America’s funniest videos but seems to enjoy most animal shows, especially those with dogs, cats and lately, horses as well. He watched most of the Breeder’s Cup with us and even cheered for his favorite horse, Zenyatta, as she was racing down the home stretch.
Oliver has enriched my already blessed life and keeps me company when his dad is away. While Oliver is a real mama’s boy he truly loves his dad. While he tends to cuddle more with me he likes the rough play he gets to share, on occasion, with his dad.
Oliver is not a big fan of his dad’s job. It is hard for any child to understand why daddy has to be away so much and to a four year old, six months is an eternity. He sat around and moped for the first week Don was away and was overcome with joy when he returned. I guess he is a daddy’s boy too.
As I am sure you can imagine, the adoption process was a bit stressful. After deciding we were ready to become parents again we had to educate ourselves so that we could make an informed decision. While race was not our top priority we wanted to make sure our child came from a good background. We also decided that a boy was best suitable to our home. After that, we struggled to find the perfect name. I know that some may feel that is pushing things a bit but I am a planner and did not want to leave anything to chance.
It was important to make sure our new son would fit into our family and that there were no skeletons in his closet. For that reason I decided to meet his mom. She was a very nice lady with exceptional manors but, this was not her first child and she was happy to see he would be going to a loving home with the financial capability to support him and give him the best education. While I did take him to kindergarten I decided home schooling would be the best route for him. While not perfect, Oliver has very good manners and is better behaved than some of his peers.
If you haven’t figured it out by now, our wonderful little boy is none other than Oliver our beloved standard poodle. He is our pride and joy who we adopted four years ago. We brought him home when he was ten weeks old and he has filled our hearts more than either of us would have ever dreamed possible. He is a consummate clown; total snuggle bug and a relentless shadow. He makes my life less lonely when Don is away and, now that my other children are grown and gone, I am grateful to have him in my life.
Happy Birthday Oliver, we love you!