Adoption = Perseverance (Chapter 4: How to Tame a Wild Hyena)
Every once in a while, I have a vivid flashback to the screaming, angry, hurt little beings we brought into our house three years ago.
We recently switched to a play therapist for our boy, and the doc asked me for a brief rundown of his history. After reading my typed four-paged, single-spaced summary, he asked how recently we’d brought our son home. “This is all incredibly fresh; as if it happened last month.”
Yes…it sounds fresh because these memories are tattooed in my mind forever. And let me tell you, they’re not pretty…like the grey-green Navy tats from years past: unmistakable, grisly, and very permanent.
This week, though, I have had a glimpse of “real” family life, and it’s been amazing. We took the kids to the beach, and we’ve done things I couldn’t even imagine three years ago, or even last year.
1. Biked over a mile on a bike path next to the road. (Previously, I’d have been terrified that she would accidentally swerve out into traffic…and that he might do it purposely.)
2. Relaxed in beach chairs while they played in sand and surf. (On other beach trips, we were right beside them, holding the straps of their life jackets if they ventured near the water.)
3. Allowed them to order their own food. (They now have manners that allow them to interact with the general public.)
4. Watched as they played happily and appropriately with other children on the beach. (Until recently, they both shied away from other children, unless another child made fun of the boy…in which case, he decked the kid.)
I don’t know whether we have entered a new, more peaceful era in the adoption saga, or whether this is a quick, God-granted reprieve before the school year (and all the bad behavior therewith attached) begins. It doesn’t really matter, though.
I’m enjoying every minute of getting a few new, beautiful, bright-colored memory tattoos.
Posted on August 19, 2014, in Adoption, Parent and tagged adopt, adopted, adopting, adoption, adoptive, advocate, child, children, family, foster, parent, parenting. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.