We knew it was coming. Transition is hard for everyone and I
think it's just in my DNA to mentally make things a little harder than they
need to be. I do it with every single stage of life. Bless all of you easygoing
people. I am jealous.
Adoption has many difficult and challenging times but to me
this is one of the most challenging. This stage of mind over matter, before the
deep feelings have taken hold. I tell myself in a loop of controlled thoughts
that it's not about me, it's about the boys. And it will get easier- a little
every day. That it's temporary and so very normal.
Last week I think the day at the doctor was Samuel's last
straw to be over the "honeymoon" period and realize all this newness
is forever and he is not in control.
Isaac is feeling the
permanence of having a little brother up in his space, sharing his toys, his
parents, his room. Somebody broke the door off of his Ferrari car and that was
his tipping point.
I am learning that two children means not only two separate
people to care for but includes the job of referee. (Please feel free to laugh,
all of you with multiple children. I know.) Love feels like a competition to them right
now.
So I am exhausted in every way- trying to keep everything
together and moving forward- doctors, schools, activities, home, meals, etc. And
emotionally trying to be the patient and kind rock they can rage against as
they navigate their own emotions. Making sure I am firm and consistent so they
feel secure. (I don't know why it is that I'd jump in front of a train for them
if they needed it, but being patient and kind all day seems like too much.)
Really and truly though, we are doing well. This is all
normal. The boys are happy and sweet kids and they know I would move mountains
for them.
Bless their cuteness. It keeps all of us going some days.
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Cuteness definitely helps, doesn't it?!
ReplyDeleteHaha, sure does! Especially when they are funny.
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