No, nothing to do with his bio family, lovelyboy. It is confusing, I realise! My Moroccan ex-husband and I adopted J together when we lived in Morocco together. We subsequently divorced, when J was two, and I (eventually) came to live in France. However, J has had constant contact with my ex-husband and his family; they talk regularly on the phone, we go to Morocco twice a year and he has developed a routine of staying alone (without me) with them in Morocco in the summer holidays. Obviously if we actually lived in Morocco, J would continue with his French education in a French school (he couldn't go to any other now, too difficult and unfair to try to impose Arabic on him at a Moroccan school) and he would have more regular contact with his family.
The biological family... all I know about his bio. mother, as is typical in these situations, is a first name (fictitious?), an age and a district on the outskirts of Marrakesh where she told the family she lived. She gave birth to him and then "abandoned" him in the hospital. The police had to be called, interviewed a nurse who told them this information, which is how I know it. J knows all about it (not the details, but that he had another mummy to begin with, what her name was, etc) and I started telling him the truth from the beginning, when he was just a baby. I would love for J to meet her one day, but would we be ever be able to find her? Very difficult, but I would certainly help him try if ever he expressed an interest.
France and Morocco are two intertwined cultures... so many Moroccans grow up in France (but with their Moroccan familiies), so many Moroccans in Morocco speak French; it has even become quite common for Moroccan families to spend two years in France, which gains them access to the French school, which is otherwise difficult for Moroccans to get into... If we went back to Morocco, we wouldn't be in a particularly unusual position and J would of course have the enormous boon of speaking fluent French (albeit with a southern peasant accent
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Being alone with J in a culture that is not open and receptive to children with differences quite often feels like an uphill struggle that is not really necessary. Nowhere is going to be easy, straightforward.... but I am thinking of his adolescence also, which seems like it's far away but will arrive in a flash. It will be better for him to have a more secure sense of identity. He doesn't fit here and will never really fit.
Anyway, I have committed to spending the next year here at the village school and then we will take it from there. I will see a year from now what feels the best course of action.