This is not a sunshiny how wonderful is everything post. I wonder if I’ll delete it later…
Questions have come in waves. I know that for the most part they come from a place of honest interest and caring curiosity. At times though, even those can be really insensitive. For a while most everyone asked if they were sisters. “No, real sisters” they’d say like I didn’t know what they meant. Look folks, my kids were a bit older when they were adopted. Bonding has not been easy for them. Please don’t make them question their REAL place in our very REAL family more than their complicated background makes them question it already. I have to practice taking a deep breath and smiling before I can answer politely. If not, lots of people would now head in another direction if they saw us coming. Can’t you see they have the same mama?!? Of course they’re real sisters! Come over and listen to the bickering and playing and all of the wonderful craziness of real siblings and you’d have no doubt about how real they are.
Then, it was if they were learning English, any English at all. “What language do they speak?” “How do you communicate with them?” Friends and curious strangers, if you were immersed in a foreign language you’d be close to fluent after a bit too. In fact, they’re right here and understand every word you’re saying about them. Yep, they speak English. And what we call gobble-de-gook. They love to speak to each other and to me in this secret language. Not much is actually communicated except how silly we are.
During The Wait, it was comments about “God’s perfect timing” that really forced me to practice deep breathing exercises. Yes, God wants my kids, one of whom had untreated malaria, to spend as much time as possible with inadequate nutrition and unclean water and just continue without a family’s love when one was ready and aching to get them home. If you find comfort in that, great, but please don’t talk to me about God’s perfect timing. Mamas should not have to wait for months and sometimes years for their babies to be safe and at home and we’ll have to wait until they’re older to ask them, but I’m pretty sure my kids would have preferred love and food and books and rocking and cuddling with mama over whatever the situation was in the orphanage. It’s not your first family and we need to make sure you can grieve that loss, but how ‘bout hang out here in an orphanage until the time is perfect to go home? It’ll be great. They’ve experienced tremendous loss and will lose more being adopted internationally, let’s go ahead and start the healing, I think. They need to be home, with mama. I appreciate your attempt at comforting words and perhaps God does have perfect timing, but try to understand that my babies are in a foreign country in unknown conditions. Pretty sure now is the perfect time. I was not adopted myself, but waiting and waiting and waiting for the timing to be perfect to be loved by a family is just silly. Now. Now is the perfect time to be loved by a family.
More than several times people have commented how nice it is that I didn’t have to go through that potty training stage and all those diapers before that with my two kids. Like that is somehow a silver lining. That’s the great part of not having them home until they were three years old, I’ve always said. No messy diapers! Infants, no thank you! Those tiny mess makers are just too needy. I’ll wait until they’re a bit older and happily let some unknown someone help them sort out all of that tiny baby stuff. Unknown conditions, lacking nutrition, lacking hugs and cuddles, lacking medical care and clean water, lacking love and a family, just lacking so much, as long as I don’t have to change a diaper and potty train them, I’m good! “I’m in no hurry to have them home” said no waiting parent EVER. There is no silver lining to missing the first three (or any three, or any) years of a child’s life. Not one. Not one for them and not one for me. They were not with their first families most of that time. They were in care. They were with people doing the absolute best they could (forever grateful to you, whoever you are!), but not with their family. Again, now seems like the perfect time to be home and in a loving family, diapers and potty training don’t really factor into it.
Also, questions about having kids of “my own” or “real kids” are popular. “Do they have the same dad?” is right up there too. Why is that question ever okay? When people find out that I adopted as a single person they assume I must have finally given up on the get married-have kids-live happily ever after scenario. Not true. I chose this life. It was on purpose.
And while I’m on my soapbox getting well meaning people all fired up (sorry)… If you’re a stranger, please don’t just come up and touch my kids’ hair. I, annoyingly, don’t even let them touch their own hair too much. “Mama, why your fingers not hurt my curls, but my fingers does?” Ummm….. okay I need to ease up a bit, but it’s extremely dry here and with naps and car seats and family wrestling night and putting blankets on our heads to pretend any number of things it gets dry easily and when it gets dry it just breaks. Keta had to have her hair shaved in the orphanage, so having hair is a big deal to her. You can tell her you love her beads or say her braids are awesome or comment about those gorgeous curls. She’ll be thrilled! It took her a long time to understand healthy touch though and even longer to like it a tiny bit. She does not like to be touched by strangers, so don’t, please. Thanks.
As I was writing this I came across this http://africatoamerica.org/2014/01/24/ten-things-not-to-say-to-adoptive-parents/ Made me feel better knowing that families who have adopted have had some of the same experiences. Included are some ways to say the same thing and get the same information while being a little more sensitive to the family and especially the kiddos, if you’re interested. Now I’ll get over myself.
Moments like these …… love it!
Whoopie pie!
Three of the five cuties who crawled into my bed while I was in the shower