Friday, 13 December 2013

Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année!

And so a very blessed and busy 2013 comes to an end.

I am taking a well-deserved break to spend quality time with my son, husband and family and to get around to doing those little things one just don’t get time for during the year.
Have a very blessed festive season and if you are travelling… Please be safe!! My wish for you in the brand new 2014 is a prosperous one filled with blessings all around. Whether they come in disguise or tackle you off your feet. And if you are waiting for that bundle of love to join your forever family, may he or she march into your hearts and lives very early in the New Year!!

Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année!

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Thursday, 5 December 2013

To A Very Special Man


18 July 1918 to 5 December 2013
To the man that taught us to love, taught us that we are all equal and taught us to never resent. We will miss you Tata.
Thank you for giving all of us the opportunity to have a place in the African sun. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a husband and a father in our beautiful country.
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Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Birthday Celebrations!!

This year’s theme was all about the little cute guys from Despicable Me and Despicable Me2… The Minions… Loïc’s favourite at this stage. So on Saturday we invited all the friends and family to celebrate Loïc’s second birthday and like the year before, our mission was to send all the children home on a sugar high… Mission accomplished!! I even hired a candyfloss maker which was a huge hit with both the kids and parents.

Thank you to the team at Baking Habits for exceeding my every expectation with the cake. It was an absolute hit with everyone!
We had a very tired little boy at the end of the day. He was one of the firsts in the pool and the very last one to get out.
We asked all our guests to please contribute either nappies or a can of formula that we donate to Procare, which they then distribute to their Houses of Safety. We were generously blessed again this year. Thank you to every single one that contributed!! This small gesture makes a huge difference.
Our tradition every year is to set free three balloons in memory of Loïc’s Birth Mom and two siblings.
Thank you to everyone that attended to make Loïc’s birthday a memorable one. And a BIG thank you for all the gifts. Our little prince was spoilt rotten!!

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Wednesday, 13 November 2013


“When your eyes are shining brightly it is so nice to see, that one day you will for certain become all you're meant to be. You are to simply everyone a special little man, who brings the kind of happiness that nothing is greater than. Every day you bring to us all the joy that life could hold, you're such a special little boy from the day you were born. Like teardrops on the roses kissed by the morning dew, you're the treasure that gives us pleasure in everything you do. Happy birthday to our dear Loïc who couldn't be more loved. We turn to God each day and night to keep you safe and sound, we join you in your night prayers as to the guardian angel you call, please protect and keep your light on for this special little boy. May God bless you our sweet prince…”

Love Papa & Dadda

The exact proceedings of 13 November 2011 I cannot recall, but I’m sure it went a bit like this… Morne and I were woken up by our screaming alarms at 6 in the morning. We swung our tired bodies out of bed and dragged our feet to the coffee maker. We lit a cigarette and stared in to the far distance playing out the day ahead in our heads. Jumped through the shower, said our good-byes to each other, got in the car and fought our way through traffic.
Let’s call her Angela (not her real name)… Her day possibly went like this… Highly pregnant and uncomfortable. Her heart and head heavy with emotion because of difficult choices that lay ahead. She gets her day started with her fellow pregnant housemates. As she struck up a conversation with a fellow housemate, she felt a familiar sensation of warm fluid running down her legs. She calls for the housemother and they make their way to the hospital. They are met by the Social Worker at the hospital and they are all concerned that this is happening a month too early. Angela gets taken to her hospital bed to give birth…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY our special boy, our prince, our baby boy!! You are 2 today and we are so excited with you!! Opening presents with you and seeing that excitement on your face melts our heats.
Thank you for choosing us as your parents. We love you more than words can describe. We love you!! We love you!! We love you!!
For the first time ever I’m experiencing a day full of emotion especially when I think of Angela. Does she remember 13 November? Does she want to remember this day? I wish I could help just a little to make it better. Sometimes I wish we had a relationship with her if only just so that we can share with her special days like these and to let her know that he is loved beyond means. That he’s taken care off and that he is happy. 

Our heart and thoughts are with you Angela. We love you!!

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Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Precious Moments

Morne is an absolute music lover. He goes nowhere without his iPod and on business trips it’s his travel companion if I can’t accompany him.

Whom I kidding… Even if I’m with him he still prefers his iPod.
While running a few errands this weekend, Morne and Loïc worked through Morne’s playlist while driving around. They came across this song by Kylie Minogue and Loïc had an instant attraction to it. When they arrived home Morne called me to come see this. He put the song on… Loïc belted out the phrase “Higher, Higher, Higher” every time Kyle sang fire or higher. He even incorporated a little hand gesture with it by lifting his hands to the sky. It was so cute to see that I played the song at least three times thereafter just to see him perform.
It is amazing how much of our gestures our children pay attention to. Last week I walked in on Loïc where he was sitting at the kitchen counter in front of his Dad’s laptop talking on Morne’s cell phone. He was chatting away in his own little language. I even thought for a moment that it would be really funny if there was someone on the other side, but wasn’t too concerned as Morne had a lock on his phone. At one stage Loïc pulled the phone away from his ear and my eye caught a glimpse… There was a call in progress. I intervened… He was busy chatting to his Oupa and that conversation lasted for almost 10 minutes. Oupa had such a giggle and for him it was such a precious moment. Although he could not understand a word Loïc was saying he enjoyed their chat thoroughly.
Later that same week we gave Loïc the opportunity to make another call to his grandparents. This time he decided to talk to them while taking a stroll through the garden… Just like Morne and I do when on the phone. My heart melted.
Sunday was a hot and perfect day for ice-cream and what a perfect way to end a weekend. We went off to Smooch and filled our tubs to the brim. Loïc decided he had enough and found his Dad’s wallet more interesting than the ice-cream. With a bit of encouragement I said to him to go buy us more ice-cream. He knew exactly what to do… He took one of Morne’s cards out of the wallet and handed it to one of the gents behind the counter. He then proceeded to take out another card and hand it to someone else. I did not get more ice-cream, but the patrons in the store had a good laugh.
I absolutely love these precious moments!!
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Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Family Photo Shoot

Although we have accumulated a lot of photos of Loïc over the (almost) past two years, we never got around to do a family photo shoot. So about 2 weeks ago we made it happen.

Bronwyn from Heart & Soul Photography came highly recommended and we liked what we saw in her portfolio. Here are just a few of her amazing pieces of work.

We had such fun shooting these everlasting memories and because it was done in and around our home, it was stress free and the duration was just perfect. Nearing the end of the shoot Loïc made it very clear that he was done playing model for the day. He got on his scooter and rushed off to go do what boys do best... Cause havoc in the Bosch-Serfontein household.

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Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Your Baby Magazine

The Your Baby Magazine's September/October issue is featuring an article on adoption in South Africa, issues around it and advice for people wanting to adopt.

They have asked a few couples to share their story. The van Wyk's and us, together with other couples, had the privilege to be part of this feature.
The September/October issue will be available on shelves from the 28th of August 2013.
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Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Books Every Family Should Own

Families are made-up of many different shapes, sizes and colours and that is what we want to teach our son. There is no mould for the “perfect family”.

I started doing some research and came across these wonderful books that every family should own. They can be ordered from Kalahari, Amazon and Terri Lailvaux.
Needless to say… We own them all…


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Friday, 16 August 2013

Talk SA's Episode On Adoption

Our interview on our adoption journey aired sooner than we thought and on short notice.

On the 6th of August, just after 09:00, I received an email from the producer of Talk SA advising that their episode about adoption was airing the very same morning. It was very short notice and to make matters worse, I wasn't at home to set the recording function on our satellite decoder.

Thank goodness for a full-time domestic. With a few instructions and guidance we manage to set a recording. I had a few requests from friends and family to notify them on when the show was airing, so I jumped on Facebook and hoped for the best.

Here is the link to the Talk SA episode on adoption:

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Monday, 15 July 2013

And Action!!

On Saturday we welcomed the television crew from Talk SA into our home. They are currently working on an insert about adoption that will be aired in the next 4 to 6 weeks on SABC2.

We got the opportunity to share our story and brag with our gorgeous son. They have promised to keep us posted on when this insert will air, so keep an eye out on Twitter for further details (@ManieBosch).

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Tuesday, 21 May 2013

How Wrong Was This Boertjie!!

We have been in isolation for a full week. Totally blocked off from the outside world. Just us and our son… Bonding and finding a routine that works for him.

Cabin fever was starting to set in and Morne and I were dying to get out for a cup of coffee and a meal. We haven’t been on the other side of the four walls surrounding our house for a full week. At the same time we were nervous. With a nappy bag packed with enough bottles, nappies and clothes to last our son a good couple of days, we set off to the mall.

Ever since we started the adoption process we were never fazed or concerned with the opinions of others, negative once mostly, but at the same time very aware that there were individuals with objections. We were in it for us and our baby only. Naturally, we were a bit anxious appearing in public after being sheltered in our home.
We made our way to the nearest restaurant and grabbed a seat. As we settled in, we saw out of the corner of our eye a lady approaching us. My heart sank to my shoes. This was really too early for this BS… She was a white female, late twenty to early thirties, Afrikaans speaking and her husband had joined her at the table behind us.
She came up to us, placed her hands on me and Morne’s shoulders, peeped into the pram and opened her mouth… My heart was racing, my fight mode was starting to kick in and I was about to utter: “It’s on bitch!!” when she said… “I have SO much appreciation and respect for what you have done. It is truly beautiful.” She turned on her heels and returned to her table to join her husband.
Morne and I sat there in awe for a minute. Completely taken aback on what just happened. She fitted the profile of the people that would generally run their mouths about adoption and or gays (in no particular order). How wrong was I? How wrong were my perceptions of the white, Afrikaans speaking population? Please don’t get me wrong… I’m one of them. A white male, Afrikaans speaking with a strong Free State boer (farmer) bloodline.
Morne and I finished our meal while Loïc was taking a nap. We asked for the bill and started preparing for the trip home. The same lady got up from her chair and walked over. “Sorry I could not wrap this. For your little boy.” and handed us a bag. In it was a bib and beanie from Naartjie. I was floored. As we looked over to their table, we mimicked the words "Thanks You" to her husband and he acknowledged us with a smile and a nod of the head. We were complete strangers, but they made us feel like we old friend that bumped into each other at the mall.
We left the mall and returned home with a restored faith in humanity.
To the lady that was so kind to us in Clearwater Mall… If you are reading this… THANK YOU!! Thank you for showing me that I was so wrong all this time. Thank you for the gift, but more so, thank you for your kindness, your respect and for your acceptance.
We have met so many people that have embraced us as a family. Although we are not sheltered from the mean people in this world, we choose to surround ourselves with the ones that have chosen to embrace the beautiful diversity of our country.


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Wednesday, 27 February 2013


Today we give thanks. It has been exactly one year since we held our son in our arms for the first time. Today a year ago was the day we became parents. Today we give thanks. We have proclaimed the 27th of February as Thanksgiving Day.

Today I give thanks for having the most amazing husband. Thank you for excepting me as I am, for your support and for always being there.
Today we thank God for intrusting His child to us as his parents.
Today we thank Loïc for choosing us as his parents.
Today we thank God for choosing 2012 to be the year that we become parents.
Today we are thankful for meeting Terri Lailvaux. Thank you Terri for taking us under your wing when we thought that the world was against us. Thank you for guiding us and for becoming our friend.
Today we are thankful for ProCare for inviting us for a cup of tea and taking the time to meet us.
Today we are thankful meeting our Social Worker. Thank you is not enough to describe how much you have changed our lives. Words can never express our gratitude. Thank you for becoming our friend, not just our social worker.
Today we thank our parents for loving Loïc and us unconditionally.
Today we give thanks to our parents for standing by us.
Today we give thanks to our family for their support and unconditional acceptance.
Today we give thanks to Gabriella, Loïc’s “sister”, for all the love you show to your brother.
Today we give thanks to our very dear and loving friends for being part of our lives and joining in our joys.
Today we give thanks to everyone that has been a part of our lives, whether it was though Facebook, a SMS, an email or a phone call.
Most importantly we are thankful for having the most amazing son in the whole wide world.
This morning we celebrated with a little gift to Loïc. We also sent cupcakes to school for a celebration with his friends.

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Tuesday, 26 February 2013

We Meet Our Son!!!

The alarm clock went off at 05:00. We might as well not have set it. The excitement kept as slumbering. Not sleeping. There was no chance that we would miss this flight. It was just too important. Everything was planned to the T. Wake up at five, leave the house at six, be at the airport at 7. Meet or SW. Book in. Have breakfast at a restaurant. Get on the flight on time. Arrive in Cape Town.

Further then that we could not plan. We had to play it by ear. As long as we got to Cape Town we did not give a damn. We were close to our son and having him in our arms was all that mattered.
As Mornè and I were packing the car, we checked, checked and re-checked that we had everything. Bottles? Check. Nappies? Check. The Coming-Home-Outfit? Check. Baby toiletries? Check. Receiving blankets? Check. Car seat? Check. In times like these I don’t know a thing about doing anything in moderation. Rather too much then too little I always say.

We got into the car and off we went.

Mornè and I arrived at the airport. Luggage in hand we made our way to the Domestic Terminal. We met up with our SW and booked in. At the Mugg & Bean we ordered our morning coffee and breakfast.
At about 10:20 we boarded the plane, our SW in the window seat, me in the middle and Mornè in the aisle seat. I dreaded the flight. Two hours standing between us and our son. The three of us got so caught up in conversation that we completely missed the captains announcement that we were about to land and that we needed to fasten our seat belts.
Upon arrival at the Cape Town International Airport, Mornè went off to collect our hired car and car seat while our SW and I waited for the luggage. With the car packed (again…) we made our way to Bellville where we would spend the night at an awesome guesthouse called Old Oak.
With an entire day to kill, the three of us set off to go and have lunch in Franschhoek and afterwards we strolled around in the little shops. On the spur of the moment, we decided that an ice-cream on Camps Bay will round off the lunch perfectly… And off we went.
In between all the gallivanting we got to chat to our SW about everything. What to expect at the court, what to expect when we go to meet our son and everything else that we wanted to know about everything and anything. It goes without saying that 90% of all our questions were about Loïc. It being summer and Cape Town being on the west coast we were not use to the sun setting so late. It was 19:30 when we got back to the guest house, the sun still high in the sky. This day was over and we were only a few hours away from meeting our son.
I’m sure it goes without saying that falling asleep and staying asleep was a nightmare. The excitement was overwhelming. We were up at 06:00 this Monday morning. Lounging around in the room and slowly starting to get ready for the big day. At just after 08:00 we made our way to the communal lounge area where our SW met us minutes later. We sat down for breakfast. I can clearly remember what we had: Muesli & strawberry yogurt, coffee, orange juice, a croissant, sausages and a fried egg… medium done.
At 08:45 the three of us made our way to the Bellville court as our appointment was at 09:00. On arrival we followed our SW as she led the way. Up the stairs and left into a corridor where we were shown to a wooden bench in front of an office. She finalised all the paperwork and formalities while we waited. In the days leading up to our ‘court appearance’ I could not help but imagine that scene from “Fiela se Kind”. The day she appeared in front of the magistrate pleading to him to give Benjamin back to her.
At 09:25 it was all over. The paperwork was done and the adoption was legalised. This was a technicality that did not faze me or Mornè in the least.
We got back into the car and our SW directed us a few streets up to a ‘House of Safety’. This is where we were about to meet our son. On our arrival we got shown to the lounge where a Procare colleague (Eloise) from their Cape Town offices greeted us. Loïc was staying at a house of safety in Swellendam and they haven’t arrived yet by the time we got there. Eloise phoned them to find out where they were. They were minutes away.
As we sat in the lounge we had a view of the gate that led into the yard. As we anxiously stared at the gate we saw them pull up. They removed the car seat from the vehicle with its back facing us. We could not see Loïc. They took him up to the second floor of the house to change his nappy before he had to meet his dads.
And then they made their way to us. Our SW grabbed our camera to take a picture. On her way out she closed the lounge door. We were staring at the door knob… Waiting for it to turn.
In came the most beautiful boy in the entire universe. He was full of smiles and SO tiny. We held him, kissed him and we were happy. We were a family.

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Monday, 25 February 2013

And So The Preparation Begins

I always wondered how I would go about sharing the news with my parents that they were going to become grandparents. Would I phone them, get them both on the line and break the news to them that way? If not, how do I avoid being biased and telling the one parent first and not the other? How do I avoid hurting one’s feelings and sparing the other’s?

Luckily for me my parents decided to take a trip to Zambia to go and see the Victoria Falls. They flew out of O.R. Tambo the Monday after my birthday party. So naturally they had to return to Johannesburg before catching a flight back to Port Elizabeth. On their return they decided to spend a night or two with us before going home.
I fetched them form the Gautrain Station in Sandton on Monday the 5th of December 2011. This was the perfect time to tell them both the news. We were leaving the car park, when I turned to them and said:

“You are becoming grandparents!!”

Their first response was: “From whom?”

“Us of course!!” I said and filled them in on the little detail we had. I have two younger siblings and that caused a bit of confusion. In their defence, none of us thought that we would get ‘That Call’ so quickly.
We were notified of our son’s birth very early compared to how it should happen. Usually you only get the call at day 56/57 of the 60 days. We got ours at day 17 of 60. There was still that risk that the birth mom could change her mind. This however, did not stop us from going on a shopping spree. We started off with a bag of nappies and a set of bottles. Soon we bought clothes and then it just spiralled out of control. The weeks felt like they were dragging by.
Soon it was Christmas. The tree was up and the gifts were bought. We decided that, when Loïc came home, we would celebrate with him and only then would the tree come down. The festive season of 2011 was a quiet one. Mornè and I celebrated Christmas low-key with a Christmas lunch for two.
New Year’s Eve arrived and soon it was 2012. Eagerly waiting for the 13th of January to arrive. The day that the 60-days would expire. For some reason we weren’t worried at all. We trusted or SW completely and knew that she would not put us in a situation where the birth mom could possibly retract he decision.
In the weeks to follow Mornè and I were blessed with three baby showers. We each had one at the office with our colleagues and one that was thrown by our friends. We were showered with gifts and truly spoilt. Loïc was not going to need anything. We were ready for his arrival.
Close to the end of January, I got a call from or SW. She discussed with me the final details of the placement that was going to take place in February. The very next morning Mornè and I booked the flights, accommodation and arranged a rental car with baby seat and all.

The reality was starting to sink in. With the baby’s room ready, travel arrangements in place and (P/M)aternity leave booked, we counted the days to the 26th of February.


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Thursday, 7 February 2013

You Got Mail

The weekend kicked-off with family arriving from all over the country to join in celebrating my big 3-0. I planned a dinner at a quaint little French themed restaurant in Parkhurst with thirty of my closest family and friends.

If celebrating your birthday wasn’t eventful enough for one weekend, my Gran decided to land up in hospital after fainting in the restaurant’s restrooms. We still joke about the fact that she stole the limelight from me that night.
Earlier that same day, we took our cat to the vet as she wasn’t looking well at all. We left her there over night as the doctor wanted to do some tests. We returned that Sunday morning to fetch her. The doctor had bad news… She had leukaemia. The vet did not say much, but we gathered the obvious. It was heartbreaking and we cried all the way home.
In between all of this we had my Gran still in hospital. Luckily she was given a clean bill of health and she was discharged.
The Monday arrived with the weekend’s events still very fresh in my memory. At least I still had my actual birthday to look forward to.
The big day arrived and it was official… I was thirty!! The day was filled with wishes, cake, presents and a standing tradition. A dinner for two… Just me and Mornè.
The 30th of November started off like any other work day. The birthday had come and gone and the countdown to the December leave has now taken priority. At around 11:00 in the morning, my boss and I popped out of the office for an early lunch. On my return I found this email in my Inbox:

From: Our Social Worker


Bel my bietjie as jy 'n kans kry asb, het nuus vir jou!



Phone me if you when you get a change, have news for you!


I grabbed my phone as fast as I could, dialled her from my phone book and waited for her to answer.
Me: Hi … How are you? I just got your email.

Her: Your guy’s baby was born earlier this month.

Me: WHAT!!!??? (Trying to contain myself)

Her: Ja! (Giggling)

Me: This is the biggest birthday present I could ever ask for!! Is it a boy or a girl?

Her: Is it your birthday?

Me: It was yesterday.

Her: Congratulations!! It’s a boy… The 60 days expires on the 13th of January and placement will take place early February. I will send you pictures of him as soon as I get them from my colleagues in the Cape. Congratulations!

Me: Thank you. Bye!

Her: Bye

I dropped the call and dialled Mornè. For a moment I could not remember where “M” was in the alphabet. I scrolled up and down by phone book and remembered I stored it under L for “Liefie”. I dialled:

Him: Hallo

Me: Our son is born. I just got off the phone with the social worker. He was born earlier this month! She says he is beautiful!! The 60 days expires on the 13th of January and placement will happen early February!!

Him: Are you serious?!

Me: Yes!!

There was silence. It started to sink in. We're becoming going to be Dads!!

Him: Ok, see you at home! (Ecstatic)

Me: See you now-now! (Ecstatic)

The rest of this day passed in a haze. We could not believe it!!


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Friday, 18 January 2013

The Next 83 Days

A Happy New Year to you and if you are awaiting that very important phone call, may 2013 be that very special year that you become a parent.

We left ProCare’s office after our first meeting, with a stack of paperwork. This did not intimidate or put us off at all. We were excited, because it meant we were one step closer to becoming a family.
That evening we got into bed and began completing the questionnaires.  All of it very straightforward.
Unfortunately, I only started writing this blog months after our son came home, so the exact details of the next 83 days are very vague. You can go to for more details on what to expect.
What we do remember very clearly was the 22nd of August 2011… This was the day of our panel interview. The deciding interview… A reassuring fact was that we would not have made it this far if ProCare thought we were not suitable. But still, it’s was not over until the Social Worker sang…
We arrived at Procare’s offices, got shown to the boardroom and helped ourselves to a cup of tea. A few minutes later, in came walking our social worker and her colleague, Elsabè. We had a seat and the panel interview commenced.
It was nerve-racking, but fun. They went through our application, confirmed a few additional details and asked Mornè and me a couple of questions. We spent the remainder of the interview asking the few unanswered questions we still had.
Out of nowhere, they got up, put out their hand and said: “Congratulations, you are now ‘pregnant’.” We were thrilled!! This meant that we were approved and that the wait to that very important phone call had officially started.
We left ProCare’s office an hour later. Overjoyed and excited beyond expression. While Mornè was driving I called the family including Terri.
Our social worker and we joked about us being ‘pregnant’. I often joked with her saying that it could go three ways. Our pregnancy could either be like that of a canine, a human or an elephant.
Little did we know… 
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