Trial by Fire

Five months? Wow. Hard to believe it's been that long since I wrote a blog entry. It's a pretty good indicator of what life has been like at our house as we go through the process of adopting older kids. I'd like to promise that I'll be posting more frequently, but for now we'll just take it one day at a time.

Our kids are in elementary school. They came to us nearly eight months ago with strongly established preferences, likes and dislikes. They had a strong bond with some members of their birth family (our preferred term for their biological family), which can make bonding with a new family difficult. They also came with a set of behaviors that were ingrained deep inside them during their formative years of life.

Adopting older children is more like a new marriage than welcoming a new baby. Our challenge as parents is to get to know these new family members and find the right balance of high expectations and healthy compromise to make our fledgling relationships work. It ain't easy.

The first six months or so since the kids joined our family, we were on lockdown. As we approach the eight month mark, I feel like we're emerging from a long, dark tunnel. I'm starting to see the light on the other side. We are figuring out what works and what doesn't work for our newly merged family. We're figuring out how attachment and bonding work at this age too.

I'm thankful for everything our kids have taught me about myself, like letting go of perfection. If I don't prioritize connection over perfection, the whole thing unravels. I have a tendency to worry about what people will think of our kids' behavior rather than focusing on the joys we can experience in the midst of the chaos.

So it's been a trial, one of the most stretching things I've undertaken. In my core, I believe it will be worth it. We are already seeing the results of our hard work, but it's not an easy road to walk. It takes more compassion for myself and others than I could have imagined. And I hope to be back on the air waves again soon to share more of our journey.

P.S. - If you know our kids, please don't use their names in this public forum. Thanks!

Compassion

Three months after our two foster-to-adopt children moved in with us full time, I am finally sitting down at my keyboard to contemplate the impact of this change.

I've always believed that at some level, a person's child is a reflection of them. This has become quite distressing to me in recent weeks as our two young ones, age five and six, have made some of their true selves known. For the past six years, they have been under the influence of other adults. When I am in public with them, they look enough like me that people assume they are biologically mine. On certain occasions, though, I have wanted to scream, "I am NOT responsible for this behavior!"

We are unwinding years of exposure to things that little children should never experience. This will take months and years. It requires my heart to stretch out in ways I didn't think possible. To love a child who doesn't always not love in return is hard. It requires a constant return to a state of compassion, to grace.

If I drop judgment toward others, I can move closer to these precious young ones. If I treat myself with compassion, I have more compassion to share with them.

Someday I will look back on this time through the mist of memory. I hope I will be able to say that I grew and stretched, and that the world is a better place, at least for two lives.