How’s It Going? Part 2

If those of you in California hear a child screaming in the far distance, it’s probably Lily.  That kid has unbelievably loud vocal cords.  So if you hear her, say a prayer for me.

If I tell her that she’s had enough milk for now, she throws herself to the ground and screams.

If I tell her it’s time to go and she does not want to go, well….screaming.

If we are at school and my hands are full so I can’t pick her up, she turns herself into jelly-legs and makes herself a puddle on the sidewalk.  I pick her up by the arm and drag her along, forcing her to walk, and she screams.  I’m sure every student on campus thinks I am torturing the child. 

And then there’s World War III, which has broken out between Josiah and Lily.  If he just “happens” to bump into her (which “accidentally” happens multiple times a day), screaming ensues.  Then Josiah gets punished and he tries to compete with her in volume.  In the last couple of days, she has attempted to retaliate by coming at him with her teeth.  I discovered I have a vampire child. 

All three of my children are in major transition right now.  Grace loves school but comes home exhausted and emotional, Lily is adjusting to…..everything, and Josiah…well, Josiah tells me every day, “I don’t love my sister.  I want a brother.”  And once again I explain that a brother wouldn’t be any different and that he must show love even if he doesn’t feel it.

Of course, it’s not all bad.  It’s a delight to see her discover things for the first time.  Her joy in taking a bubble bath.  The way that she asks me all day long, “What is dat?”  The hug she gave me yesterday which for the first time, felt personal, and not just because I was the closest person around to give it.  Amusement from watching her turn down hotdogs and chips because she’s never had them before (But the girl can wolf down a PB&J!)  Hearing from a friend about how Josiah tenderly cared for her in the back row while I was speaking in assembly on Monday.  Her complete love affair with shoes and sunglasses. 

She is a typical two-year-old in so many ways.  I know that the tantrums are totally normal for her age.  And I realize that she used to be in a place that was completely child-friendly and had very clear boundaries, so she was rarely told, “Don’t touch that.”  She had a schedule she was familiar with, she ate food she had grown up on, and she rarely, if ever, went to new places.  Now she is being bombarded with new places and people and experiences, yet she is being given all kinds of new restrictions.  And the sinful two-year-old within her does not like those restrictions! 

The hardest part for me is disciplining her when we don’t have a relationship.  It kind of feels like disciplining someone else’s kid–of course she isn’t going to respond well!  Two-year-olds are trying to gain independence from their caregivers, and she has that instinct, yet she is pulling away from something that has never really been established in her life.  I constantly beg God for wisdom.  When she cries, is she just being stubborn and need to be disciplined?  Is she grieving and need to be comforted?  Is she afraid and need reassurance?  When does she need grace and when does she need law? 

It’s not easy.  But I’m guessing that bringing home a newborn isn’t easy either.  Is it worth it?  No question.  Would I do it again?  I’m already thinking about it. 

Her big brother just did something silly and Lily giggled.  He said, “Mommy, I like to make my baby sister laugh!”

Of course it’s worth it. 

What We Missed

Thankful that my daughter has never known hunger, neglect, or abuse.

Thankful that even though she was not with us, she was in such a good place.

Thankful that even though her life began with such tragedy, God kept her safe until He put her in our family.  Many, many children do not have that luxury. 

All Grown Up

During the years of 2003-2005, Gil and I got finagled into leading the college group at our church.  It turned out to be some of our favorite years of ministry–ever.  We loved working with college students–so open, so interested (and interesting), so passionate and willing to listen.  So appreciative.

It’s ironic, because Gil and I always said that our least favorite age group to work with was high school students.  And so….how did we end up at HOPAC for 8 years?  Well, basically because HOPAC kids are different than your average high school student. 

But it’s still ironic.

And we’ve always looked back wistfully on those college ministry years.

Well, lo and behold, guess what?  If you work with high school students long enough, pretty soon they become….

COLLEGE STUDENTS!

And they go away for the school year, but come back for the summer!  And then we get to play with them and have long deep talks with them and have a glorious time with college students

It’s so fun.  We love summer. 

And so this summer it’s been wonderful spending time with Hannah, Sarthak, Savannah, Bernice, Iksheeta, Lucy, and especially lots of time with Kyung Ho and Lotta (who lived with us for the last month).  But what’s even more fun about these college students is that we have known them and taught them and been a part of their lives since they were 10 years old.  So that makes it even more of a blessing when we can have real-life, adult conversations with them. 

Lotta showing us all her Dartmouth pictures 

 And college students are crazy enough to do crazy things with my crazy husband like spend the night camping in a game park with lions and tigers and bears, oh my.  He didn’t even bother asking me if I wanted to go. 

The one on the right actually just turned 34 years old on Wednesday.  But I know you can’t really tell. 

Getting to Know You

Yesterday and today were public holidays because of Eid.  Gil took Grace and Josiah to go see the Smurf movie.  Lily and I stayed home.  (We decided she’s not quite ready for Smurfs yet).

I was doing some office work in my room, so I brought Lily with me along with a basket of play dishes and food. 

She carefully took everything out of the basket.  Examined it with solemn eyes.  Stacked it.  Brought me some delicious food to try. 

She found a marker in the basket and started coloring on the frying pan.  I quickly pulled out a piece of paper and asked her to color on that instead. 

After about 15 minutes, she picked up each and every toy and put it back in the basket.  Set it aside.  She put the piece of paper back to where she had seen me take it out.  Stood up, crossed her skinny little arms, and stared at me.  Yep.  Crossed her arms.

“Are you all done?” I asked.

Nod.

“Do you want to play with something else?”

Nod. 

I’m not sure if my other kids ever voluntarily picked up their toys at age 2.  (Or age 5).  Well, at least this kid is tidy.

How’s It Going?

That is the question of the day. 

So.  I will attempt to answer.

One week ago we all met our Lily.  One week ago tomorrow, we brought her home.

Bringing home a 2 1/2 year old is significantly different from bringing home a 9 month old.  At nine months, my other kids still needed to bond, just like Lily.  They still needed to figure out that I was their Mommy.  Lily does too.  But Grace and Josiah were babies.  They were totally dependent on me.  They had not fully developed their own will or have their own opinions. 

But Lily has lived for 2 1/2 years.  In the same place, with the same routine.  She has no concept of a Mommy.  She has been cared for exceedingly well; she has had all her physical needs met; she has had many, many people show love to her.  She is almost completely potty-trained (that’s nice!), she knows how to feed herself, and she is starting to talk (some English, some Swahili).  She understands most of what I say to her, and if not, she usually understands if I switch to Swahili. 

Just like I did to help Grace and Josiah bond with me, I am making sure she doesn’t leave my side, I am limiting the other people she interacts with, and only I (or Gil) take care of all her physical needs.  She has already started calling me ‘Mommy.’  But does she know what that means? 

The hardest part is that she is typically two and can be a little pill.  She certainly knows how to throw a tantrum.  But how do you discipline a child who doesn’t have that bond of trust with you?  Yet how can you allow a two-year-old to get away with whatever she wants? 

That is my tension right now.  Sometimes I feel elated; we are finally a family of five; our wait is over; it finally happened!  And other times it feels very, very odd…..I have a stranger in the house.  And she is moody and demanding and sees my other children only as objects of competition.  She has a bad cold with chest congestion that keeps her (and us) up at night.  She is frightened of the dogs and startles herself awake and starts screaming from disorientation.  I am simultaneously filled with compassion, pity, love, frustration, and feeling overwhelmed.  That’s how it’s going.

A friend of mine here in Tanzania adopted two girls when they were ages 2 and 4, a number of years ago.  Her family is wonderful and beautiful.  I asked her what was her advice on bonding and settling and forming this new family.  She laughed.  “Time,” she said. 

I know all about waiting.  So I nod my head, smile, and I wait.

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