Jelly's play therapist is amazing! We really, really love her. She's been a life saver for us since our social workers and case managers suck. Seriously. S-U-C-K. bad. While Jelly was at her session this week, PB & I were working on other things. This particular time she said she wanted to bring her art with her to work on while Jelly was playing. I was working on some other stuff, and didn't really notice what she was doing. I got done before she did, and looked at this picture she was drawing. I knew immediately that it was her drawing of our family, but I asked her what was on her picture. She said it was our family. I asked her who the different people were...KC, Jelly, me with her laying under us. I asked her why she was down there, and she said because she taking the picture and had to get in quickly. So, I asked her to show the play therapist the beautiful picture she had drawn.
At first, she was kind of shy about it, but as she continued to receive assurance that everything was good (and it is! She's an amazing artist!), she proudly showed the pictures. The play therapist noticed a few things about the picture (besides the obvious that she does not feel like she fits into our family). She noticed the eyes for me and PB were both open...that she longed for my approval and to become more connected to me. How interesting. That's one of the things I struggle with the most. Not that I don't accept her or don't want to be connected with her, but some days I have to work VERY HARD to feel that way. In fact, some days I have to preach to myself (as our pastor calls it). I have to give myself a good talking to, that yes, I do love her...yes, I do want her to be my daughter...yes, she is a gift...yes, she is amazing...yes, she is God's gift to us...no, I did not ruin my family...yes, she is struggling to find her place...yes, I want to spend time with her...etc. Some days its really hard...but I've come to realize that I truly love her...that I want her to feel the love and acceptance of a mom like she's never had before. But, some days when she's pushed all my buttons..and Jelly's been mistreated (unnecessarily and unfairly), it is VERY hard. I do love her...I am glad she's my daughter...I am blessed. (repeat)
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
New Olympic Sport
I swear to you if pouting was an Olympic sport, PB would get a gold metal today. I'm sure hormones are contributing to this particular trait this morning. However, its been two days without KC who's out of town on a work trip. She's been a mood since right before he left. Let me back up a bit...
I think it all started on Friday night when she called her friends that are still at the orphanage. We had to try for a good 30 minutes before we were able to get a hold of them. She talked to several of them during that call. She talked for about 90 or so minutes (thank goodness skype is only 2.3 cents a minute!). She was very excited about the call...and was literally jumping around the house she was so excited. She really enjoyed talking with them since she hadn't since we got home from China. She has such a difficult time understanding the 13 hour time difference. I cannot tell you how many times I have explained to her, she still seems to forget. (Another one of those moments I have to remember she's really only 7 or 8.) At any rate, she was very happy. I'm quite sure it was very late before she was finally able to fall asleep.
Saturday seemed fine. Sunday, however, was a tough day at our house. Jelly seemed to be in a mood and was behaving badly (hitting, spitting, screaming, etc.). But she was behaving that way to everyone...it was not aimed at just one person. So, after Jelly went to bed, PB started a conversation (via translator) about how her sister was a horrible child. It then moved to Google translate...where she further told me she did not like her sister because she was "not good". The bottom line was that she did not feel that we were addressing the poor behavior Jelly was expressing. She was concerned that Jelly would be even more mean and naughty when she got older. PB felt that her friends' sisters were all very good, but her sister was not. I tried to explain to her that I guaranteed that her friends had moments when everything was not rosie. She disagreed. Then the tears came. The sadness in her eyes...it made me want to embrace her to provide comfort (she wanted nothing to do with the embrace). I suggested we call one of her friends, M, who's been home since September and has a younger sister. At first, she didn't want to. But, an hour later, she said yes she did want to call her.
So, after an hour of us talking about the same things (us saying, the girl is FOUR YEARS old...sometimes they misbehave. That's what 4 yr olds do). She called M. M's mom and I have chatted on numerous occasions. They cried together on skype. M's mom tried to help M explain to PB how difficult it was when she first came home. How her sister had trouble sharing her mom & dad as well. That this is all new for Jelly, too. We ended up on the phone for 2 hours. Poor KC had to get up ridiculously early to catch his early flight. He wanted to go to bed early, but this conversation started at 7:30pm, and he stuck it out until the end. PB would ask M to tell us something. One thing she said was that the way Jelly acted was like a stick going into her heart. (A little dramatic, I would say.) At any rate, I knew the entire discussion and pain she felt had very little to do with Jelly and everything to do with PB's realization that the vacation was over. Her friends were still at the orphanage (although one is meeting her forever family in a few days). She knew her safe place at the orphanage. She knew her place at the orphanage. She could stay away from people she didn't care for (when she didn't care for them) at the orphanage. But here, this is forever. She hasn't found her "safe place" when she was sad or hurt or frustrated. She realizes that she's not going back. I think that is exciting on one hand and on the other hand she wants what she is familiar with. I can appreciate that.
At the end of the entire thing, she said she could forgive her sister for not being kind (she is FOUR after all!) like it never happened. Yesterday she woke up still a bit mopey. We went to the zoo with some friends. I thought she'd enjoy it...she loves animals and she loves zoos. She did not like it. When I asked her why, she said because there was no peacock. Seriously??? You mean being literally within arms reach of giraffes (another favorite animal) wasn't good? I said, well, that's too bad, as I'm sure we'll be here several more times in the future (we have a membership). As I was discussing it with KC last night, I realized the reason she probably did not like it was because in China the animals are in cages with cement floors and bars. In fact, I would venture to guess the cages for a tiger is smaller than my 17'x18' living room. Our zoo has more natural habitat areas. The elephants, giraffes, zebras and gazelles have over 5 acres to roam on. They have several areas where you can see them, but they are not RIGHT IN YOUR face like in China. The tiger's habitat is probable an acre, so you don't always get to see them. These are the kinds of zoos she's familiar with. So from that perspective, I can see how she wouldn't like it. She liked the cheetah area because they were pacing right up by the window. But she was all mopey at the zoo, too...so I don't know what her deal was. She did eventually get over it and was better toward the end.
When we got back, all of us were tired. Jelly got up before 5am and I hadn't gotten into bed until after 11pm. I had slept horrible, too. So, we all took a nap. Then she woke up and just complained about how cold she was. I suggested she go outside (it was over 100* out) to warm up. She didn't want to do that. She just wanted to grumble about being cold. I suggested she get the mail. She didn't want to do that either. So, Jelly & I walked down there...and was mad about that, but she eventually got over it (I guess).
Today she didn't want to go for a short walk (normally she loves to go for walks). So, Jelly & I just went around the neighborhood. I mean, really. I guess I need to get used to having the teen girl in my house...and they tend to pout and mope around. I just have so little patience for that type of behavior regardless of who has it!
I think it all started on Friday night when she called her friends that are still at the orphanage. We had to try for a good 30 minutes before we were able to get a hold of them. She talked to several of them during that call. She talked for about 90 or so minutes (thank goodness skype is only 2.3 cents a minute!). She was very excited about the call...and was literally jumping around the house she was so excited. She really enjoyed talking with them since she hadn't since we got home from China. She has such a difficult time understanding the 13 hour time difference. I cannot tell you how many times I have explained to her, she still seems to forget. (Another one of those moments I have to remember she's really only 7 or 8.) At any rate, she was very happy. I'm quite sure it was very late before she was finally able to fall asleep.
Saturday seemed fine. Sunday, however, was a tough day at our house. Jelly seemed to be in a mood and was behaving badly (hitting, spitting, screaming, etc.). But she was behaving that way to everyone...it was not aimed at just one person. So, after Jelly went to bed, PB started a conversation (via translator) about how her sister was a horrible child. It then moved to Google translate...where she further told me she did not like her sister because she was "not good". The bottom line was that she did not feel that we were addressing the poor behavior Jelly was expressing. She was concerned that Jelly would be even more mean and naughty when she got older. PB felt that her friends' sisters were all very good, but her sister was not. I tried to explain to her that I guaranteed that her friends had moments when everything was not rosie. She disagreed. Then the tears came. The sadness in her eyes...it made me want to embrace her to provide comfort (she wanted nothing to do with the embrace). I suggested we call one of her friends, M, who's been home since September and has a younger sister. At first, she didn't want to. But, an hour later, she said yes she did want to call her.
So, after an hour of us talking about the same things (us saying, the girl is FOUR YEARS old...sometimes they misbehave. That's what 4 yr olds do). She called M. M's mom and I have chatted on numerous occasions. They cried together on skype. M's mom tried to help M explain to PB how difficult it was when she first came home. How her sister had trouble sharing her mom & dad as well. That this is all new for Jelly, too. We ended up on the phone for 2 hours. Poor KC had to get up ridiculously early to catch his early flight. He wanted to go to bed early, but this conversation started at 7:30pm, and he stuck it out until the end. PB would ask M to tell us something. One thing she said was that the way Jelly acted was like a stick going into her heart. (A little dramatic, I would say.) At any rate, I knew the entire discussion and pain she felt had very little to do with Jelly and everything to do with PB's realization that the vacation was over. Her friends were still at the orphanage (although one is meeting her forever family in a few days). She knew her safe place at the orphanage. She knew her place at the orphanage. She could stay away from people she didn't care for (when she didn't care for them) at the orphanage. But here, this is forever. She hasn't found her "safe place" when she was sad or hurt or frustrated. She realizes that she's not going back. I think that is exciting on one hand and on the other hand she wants what she is familiar with. I can appreciate that.
At the end of the entire thing, she said she could forgive her sister for not being kind (she is FOUR after all!) like it never happened. Yesterday she woke up still a bit mopey. We went to the zoo with some friends. I thought she'd enjoy it...she loves animals and she loves zoos. She did not like it. When I asked her why, she said because there was no peacock. Seriously??? You mean being literally within arms reach of giraffes (another favorite animal) wasn't good? I said, well, that's too bad, as I'm sure we'll be here several more times in the future (we have a membership). As I was discussing it with KC last night, I realized the reason she probably did not like it was because in China the animals are in cages with cement floors and bars. In fact, I would venture to guess the cages for a tiger is smaller than my 17'x18' living room. Our zoo has more natural habitat areas. The elephants, giraffes, zebras and gazelles have over 5 acres to roam on. They have several areas where you can see them, but they are not RIGHT IN YOUR face like in China. The tiger's habitat is probable an acre, so you don't always get to see them. These are the kinds of zoos she's familiar with. So from that perspective, I can see how she wouldn't like it. She liked the cheetah area because they were pacing right up by the window. But she was all mopey at the zoo, too...so I don't know what her deal was. She did eventually get over it and was better toward the end.
When we got back, all of us were tired. Jelly got up before 5am and I hadn't gotten into bed until after 11pm. I had slept horrible, too. So, we all took a nap. Then she woke up and just complained about how cold she was. I suggested she go outside (it was over 100* out) to warm up. She didn't want to do that. She just wanted to grumble about being cold. I suggested she get the mail. She didn't want to do that either. So, Jelly & I walked down there...and was mad about that, but she eventually got over it (I guess).
Today she didn't want to go for a short walk (normally she loves to go for walks). So, Jelly & I just went around the neighborhood. I mean, really. I guess I need to get used to having the teen girl in my house...and they tend to pout and mope around. I just have so little patience for that type of behavior regardless of who has it!
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Grieving: Me not Her
One thing that has taken me by surprise on this journey has been my grief. I'm not grieving over the life we've lost. Not at all. I'm grieving over the time we missed. I look at Jelly and I am overwhelmed with how blessed we are to be her parents. Don't get me wrong, I feel the same about PB, but I grieve that PB wasn't with us when she was 4. Yes, we did miss the first 10 months of Jelly's life. And I had to grieve over that, too. But I missed the past 13 YEARS of PB life. I wasn't there to comfort her when she had the stomach bug. I missed tending to her when she got the chicken pox. I'm sad I wasn't there when she was so sick for two MONTHS that the teachers told her she was lucky to survive. Yes, she was that sick. She did not know what was wrong, but she was in isolation. In fact, there was only one girl who was willing to play with her as she wasn't afraid to get whatever PB had. Boy, that breaks my heart. I stare at Jelly's face while she sleeps peacefully in my arms, and I grieve over not having had that pleasure with PB. My heart overflows with love for Jelly. I love PB. I really, truly do. I'm completely overwhelmed at what God has done in her life without us. I'm overwhelmed that WE get to be her forever family. God has blessed me SO MUCH with two amazing girls. And my love for PB continues to grow. My favorite part of the day is bedtime. Not just because I finally get to fall into bed (and maybe KC & I have some time to talk about day/week/future), but because I get to hug PB and kiss her on the head. I can sometimes squeeze in a hug here or there, but I ALWAYS get one at bedtime. In fact, the other day I had to run some errands after dinner, and I was honestly sad that I was going to miss giving her my nighttime hug/kisses. I hoped she would still be up when I got home, but she had gone to bed (she often goes to bed very early if its just KC at home).
We've made such progress in the six weeks we've been a family of 4. And I look forward to what the future holds for her. For us. I do get tired of the complaining how hot it is...after all it is summer. But, that's probably the typical 13 year old behavior. I'm so glad that God brought PB to us.
We've made such progress in the six weeks we've been a family of 4. And I look forward to what the future holds for her. For us. I do get tired of the complaining how hot it is...after all it is summer. But, that's probably the typical 13 year old behavior. I'm so glad that God brought PB to us.
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