on the back of the tapestry….

During church this past Sunday, our pastor talked about trusting the big and little ways that God continues to shape our lives even when we turn away from Him and hurl doubts and bitterness His way. He created a beautiful visual for me about God’s part in creating “the back of the tapestry” where you can see how all of the seemingly abstract or random colors and designs on the front are brilliantly woven together and connected. So many moments come about where the only choice I have is to label it “a God thing.”

One moment in particular came this past Friday, as I was sitting on the couches (which are amazingly comfortable btw) at Trampoline Zone, watching all three kiddos members of my family jump with joy throughout the building. Normally during this time, I would be reading a magazine or concocting a new blog post on my phone, but I decided to just watch and embrace the moment. A few minutes later, a woman sat down and we struck up a conversation. Although I consider myself pretty darn social and able to make conversations with a good number of people, in these situations and on my sacred weekends, I like to switch into “introvert” mode and a hide in my shell a bit. So the fact that I was drawn to this woman and participated in the conversation as a two-way kind of thing was definitely a pull that was not my own.

As it turns out, this woman had 4 biological kids, 1 internationally adopted son, and 1 son that she had adopted from the foster system. We connected over the struggles and laughed over the funny parts of our journey that included others’ judgement or colorful comments that could and should be kept to themselves. It is these connections that make me feel most like a true mother. I feel “normal” in my little mighty tribe that feels like the opposite of normal most days (and especially foreign in the middle of the night when an anxious WonderBoy can’t fall asleep out of fear that we won’t be there in the morning which could be a sad, but true reality someday for my little man). She was much more veteran and wise than I could ever hope to be, but I hope that the connection was mutually beneficial to her as it was to me. My heart was truly filled just by this chance meeting. And this little encounter is one that can only be described as a “back of the tapestry” kind of thing because really, how does that happen? And how does it happen at a time or moment that I could really have used it the most?

Aside from this chance meeting, I have been working hard to put all the feelings, words, memories, and pictures from our first year as Team Brave Dinosaurs into a scrapbook to look back on and love. So many times I get to make the connections in hindsight that I may not have had the clarity (or quite frankly the time) to see in the midst of the crazy, frick-fracking hard, storm  beautiful formation of our little family. Here are a few shots of my progress (disregard my “white noise” Netlfix binge of Hart of Dixie in the background) – almost through April!!!
P.S. If you are reading this “big fan”, you have no idea how much that simple note and gift meant to me back in March of 2014. Please read the journaling in the top right to see how big of an impact it truly had on me in my early days/months as a mama.  Thank you thank you for your kind and caring gesture.

Inside Out/Adoption Mash-up

Long, but beautiful read (from Parenting with Connection) explaining the life and feelings of an adopted child from the lens of the “Inside Out” movie. Thank you Meagan for posting this little gem! Warning: It may not make sense unless you’ve seen the movie. But since I literally know every scene and every word, this all made perfect sense to me. Enjoy!

The Adopted Child from the Inside Out

THE ADOPTED CHILD INSIDE OUT

Go see Disney’s Inside Out and THEN if you want a window into the mind of an adopted child….specifically a traumatized adopted child…OR if you want a way to talk to your children about what an adopted child may be thinking/feeling – then read this:

Imagine the first emotion being born in your soul is Sadness rather than Joy. The first memories – the core memories – are, from that point on, colored by Sadness – the sadness of abandonment/rejection. Your personality islands are not Family Island, Friendship Island, Honesty Island, Goofball Island or Hockey Island…Instead they are Orphanage Island in place of Family Island, Lonely/Abuse Island instead of Friendship Island, Survival Island (where fantasy, the unknown and lying all collide) instead of Goofball Island, and Space Island (where the mind just blanks out into no man’s land) instead of Hockey (or any other hobby) Island.

All of these unique and traumatic personality islands are what make you YOU and Sadness, as already mentioned, has colored all your core memories. All of this pains you so terribly you try to purge Sadness- because you just can’t take it anymore – and give the controls over to Fear, Anger and Disgust (which is more aptly named Shame in orphan world).

The Train of Thought circles those Personality Islands all day long.

Then along comes a family who recognizes your Sadness – not because they really know you – but because they understand your circumstances can only be described as sad. They probably don’t see the Anger and Shame yet…though they may see the Fear. All they see is the sad circumstance and they feel compelled to change the circumstance for you. Rarely do they think past that.

Each member of this adoptive family is generally operated by Joy. Compared to your life – their core memories are mostly colored by Joy…or at least an adult perspective that has come to know Joy. And Joy is what controls their pursuit of you. They joyfully embrace you and joyfully bring you into their home.

But then, their Joy collides with your Anger, Fear and Shame and they just want you to feel Joy….but they don’t want to give up their own Joy. And you want them to know your Sadness but Fear, Anger and Shame do NOT want your family to know about your Sadness. Letting them know your Sadness means you might actually be known and you’re too scared to be known because you don’t think they will want you once they know you.

So the warfare begins. Joy wants to get rid of Shame, Anger and Fear. And Sadness wants to know her family’s Joy. And everyone wants to hold on to the emotion controlling them because giving up control is SCARY. And who in their right mind gives up Joy to embrace Sadness? And who in their right mind gives up Sadness when its all they’ve ever known?

One day – the Joy driven family is almost ready to give up. They can’t find their Joy anymore and they have a choice – they can give control over to their own Anger, Fear and Digust/Shame (and they will – often) or they can engage the Sadness – give up their own Joy (which they know is not for forever – but it sure feels like it might be) to really feel and know the Sadness of you – the adopted child.

But Sadness is heavy…and heavily guarded. So warfare ignites over and over again in the pursuit of unity/healing.

After all, you are deeply affected by the simplest of questions from friends like, “Where are you from?” – which doesn’t mean much at all to a bio-kid but to you it means – you’re not one of us or you don’t look like your family – which triggers your Sadness and puts more Shame, Fear and Anger in control.

And you are deeply affected by the simplest statements like, “That’s not your mom,” or “You must be adopted.” – And this is the season of your life when you just want to fit in – and so Sadness colors the memory/answers and Shame, Anger and Fear ramp up. And you feel so misunderstood – and you are – over and over again.

And your Train of Thoughts continue around Orphanage Island even though you have a Family Island because new pathways to Family Island can’t be built overnight and Family Island isn’t put together in a pretty way like you fantasized back on Survival Island.

And your Train of Thoughts continue around Lonely/Abuse Island, Hunger island, Space island….. because its all you’ve ever known and the new pathways aren’t there yet…and if they are there, there are too many walls/obstacles in the way to see them.

But one day your adopted parents figure out a way to draw out of you a sad core memory and they listen and they pray and a wall comes tumbling down and sadness pours out like a blue ocean and your adopted family floats in the vast, deep blue with you. And you look up from your doggy paddling panic to see that Sadness has actually linked you up to a new pathway….Bonding Railroad…and Family Island may still seem scary…but its looking a little more enticing and you kind of see a way there.

And ALL of this has to happen OVER and OVER and OVER again….Sadness unlocked so a bonding can link your heart to a new pathway…to new islands – Family Island, Friendship Island, Thriving Island, Comfort Island…..

And by God’s grace a whole new world will be born over time and the original islands and Sadness will slowly but surely move into the forgotten zone….though, most of the memories will never be completely forgotten and can be pulled back up all too easily.

But this birthing of a new world – it costed something. A family had to be willing to let go of their own Joy…to take on Sadness – to carry it, swim in it, listen to it, know it, put hope into it….because that adopted family is the only Jesus you know for now. And you – you had to ditch Survival Island….where your imaginary friends have loved you the way you want and your fantasies have comforted you and your own skin is the only safe place you’ve known. You had to be brave when your new family gashed a hole in your lifeline of sadness – you had to let it go -let it ooze, or gush or flood on out. And it was and will continue to be exhausting because this process gets hijacked by your new family’s own issues/sin and by your own Fear wanting control so fiercely OVER AND OVER again. And sometimes old walls are going to rise back up and you’ll have to start all over again. Two steps forward, three steps back.

For the new world to form – light had to break through the miles of deep ocean so you could walk in the light with your new family and discover life is much more colorful than blue Sadness…so much more….life abundant.

This is the constant cycle of the adopted child and adoptive family. There is almost always a deeper component to discipline, answering questions, family life…even basic needs like eating – than a bio-child or never-traumatized child/family will experience.

So love on an adoptive family today. Help them swim in the ocean of Sadness that is the key to their child’s healing. Don’t advise them unless you’ve been there. Just listen. Carry the sadness with them. That is enough. Because if they start feeling lonely in the middle of that sadness they will SINK and hope is lost for the entire family.

And teach your children how words and probing questions can trigger different emotions in children from unique or difficult backgrounds and cause the Train of Thought to circle back around old Personality Islands that took so long to go black in the forgotten zone.

Goodbye January, hello fabulous February. 

As you remember from my New Year’s post, it is my goal to take a 1-second video everyday – so far so good. Also, the app I am using is FREE for a limited time so take advantage while you can!

February is going to be a big month for Team Brave Dinosaurs – here a few updates to keep all of you in the loop (and to request prayers, good thoughts, general friendship and support) during this time.

At the end of this month, we have a termination trial scheduled – which means WG and WB’s biological mother will be fighting for her rights to the kiddos (which I really can’t blame her for – who wouldn’t want these two little wonders gracing their life forever and ever?). Although we understand and extend so much grace to her, we obviously want to settle into an agreement of open adoption (including visits, letters, pictures) before having to go to trial. This Friday, we get to sit down with WM (Wonder’sMom) and propose some ideas and hope/pray/plead that she relinquishes her rights. Then – no trial, two legally free kiddos, and a step forward in the process to make them our forever family.

Another big event happening this February is our 2-year LIVE-A-VERSARY! We are still cooking up some fun plans to do as a family over the Valentine’s Day weekend but a few leads might include some globetrotters, a drive down to Seattle, and a stay in a hotel with a pool (and hopefully a hot tub). We always look forward to this tradition and I am so happy we started it in month numero uno of our fostering journey. Here a few images from our inaugural trip last February that combined some favorite dates of mine and Scott’s to Friday Harbor and a ride on the ferry!

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Updates on these events and more will be coming – thank you ahead of time for your support, love, guidance, all the help you send our way through the good times and the hard ones too.

TBD and our Christmas story….

image4Last year’s Christmas was our first one with WonderGIRL and WonderBOY and we definitely learned a lot. While Scott and I absolutely loved the magic that comes with celebrating this special time with little ones (melt my heart the picture above reading on Christmas Eve), we hit some hard road bumps that now we get to tweak for Christmas part 2.0 with Team Brave Dinosaurs. When inviting kids with trauma into your home, you are also inviting their own family traditions, gift-giving mindsets, and some emotional baggage from hard family get-togethers in as well. WG in particular has some anniversary trauma around Christmas time that really spikes her anxiety and mood swings – this was highlighted by her having to testify about this holiday season this past Spring. We try to be very mindful with our time, our own traditions, and how we set up holiday get-togethers to best set them up for success and to help all of us stay focused on “the reason for the season” during these busy weeks.
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THE GIFTS
Gift-giving has been used very manipulatively with our little ones in the past. Wrapped gifts were given after traumatic events to rebuild false trust and apologies that never resulted in changed behavior. WG and WB were inundated with gifts and “stuff” without the love and trust that is supposed to accompany those same gifts. We also knew that anticipation of gifts and surprises are hard for them – the same rush of excitement we get when we feel suspense, their little bodies and brains read as danger and fear and can cause some pretty serious outbursts and behavior. We decided to tell them ahead of time that they were getting 4 gifts from us (what to read, need, wear, want) and a small gift on Christmas Eve. This alleviated the anticipation with realistic expectations of Christmas morning. We also put out most of their presents ahead of time to avoid sneaking around, snooping, etc. They also completely believe that we have traps set up (we love some good Spy Kids action) around the house and tree to catch them snooping.

Scott and I have always loved buying gifts for families in need during this holiday season. We would take the money normally spent on each other and use that towards “sponsoring” a family. On Christmas morning, we open sweet and creative love notes to each other that I treasure re-reading each year. We hoped that the kiddos would buy into this tradition and so they got to write us letters last year and they were SO flippin’ adorable. This also took away any pressure or burden for them to gift us anything as we explained we had everything we needed in each other (you get to be that cheesy with kiddos in your house during holiday season right????).

While we had our little family of 4 COVERED as far as gifts, we also had to carefully navigate how to ask our families to respect the childrens’ unique needs and that big toy-related gifts were not what WE wanted for their holiday season. Our parents and siblings were very respectful (for the most part) of our request – WG and WB were showered with cool magazine and kit subscriptions, gymnastics lessons, and other cool experiences they got to do with the people they have come to love the most in our world. What I especially loved about these “experience” gifts was that the holiday joy and love was spread out throughout the year and when we would complete them, WG and WB would get to appreciate the person and the gift so much more! This blog post does a wonderful job explaining how to request a more simple Christmas and has an awesome list of non-toy related gifts you can pass on to loved ones.

OUR TIME
Everything gets squeezed into the schedule during December doesn’t it? Christmas programs, church events, birthday parties and belt testing for Tae Kwon Do…..my planners really earn their stripes during this busy time of year. And while personally, I absolutely LOVE the social parts and the reunions – my family (hubby included) really don’t deal well with such a busy schedule. I try to spread our events out as evenly as I can and I say NO to many things (I believe the appropriate hashtag here would be #sorrynotsorry).

What I have also found useful in event planning is to not tell the kiddos far in advance what we’re doing. Again, the anticipation of a fun event for them can often be twisted around in their brains/hearts and can dramatically spike their behavior in the wrong direction. Instead we try to have very low-key mornings the day of and then with an hour to go until an event, we start getting ready and dressed and off we go! Oftentimes, other adults will ask WG or WB, “Are you getting excited for __________ (insert fun event here)?” and they will have such a cute, but blank expressions because we haven’t really told them anything yet. And for us, that’s what works. Until it might not this year…..then the countdown to an even better TBD Christmas 3.0 is on!!!!

Merry Christmas friends – thank you for reading and supporting our little clan!!!

Adventures in parenting a teenage girl…..

teen memeWill Smith was on my favorite Ellen show the other day and started his interview with an exasperated sigh about raising teenagers, saying that it should be treated as an illness/disease you catch because of how hard it is. “Hey man how are you doing?” “Well you know…I have teenagers.” “Wow man….that’s too bad. Feel better soon.”

I laughed a bit in my head because we are really getting the brunt of some teenage action in our house from our not-so-little WonderGIRL. Most parents get a bit of an on-ramp when it comes to teenage behavior, but when we got WG at age 11, we knew we were in for a hard couple of years. Not only did we have to work on attachment, holes in academic learning, and full-blown anxiety around her criminal trial approaching, her hormones were raging and we needed to stay ahead of the curve. We knew she needed some quick interventions to rewire her brain and connections about how to behave in a stable, consistent family with parents that care enough about her to create boundaries and set limits for her.

Now that we have some breathing space from a stretch of particularly hard behavior this Fall (if I claim that it’s better, then it can’t get bad again right???), I decided to share some creative solutions we have tried so far…..with her traumatic history and low, low working memory, constant revisions to our methods are definitely a must.

LYING behaviors – “The Trust Bank”
We wanted WG to understand that lying not only gets her in more trouble, but it hurts a relationship between us and her because then we can’t trust future statements. We also wanted her to learn that by admitting mistakes and telling the truth, even after a lie or 2, she would earn trust back. We used play money from a board game and she earned money from telling truths. Obviously, she got money taken away for lies. She was able to save money for rewards (involving quality time with parents, fun activities/adventures, etc.) in her own handmade wallett. We could gauge how much money to reward/take away based on the severity of the lies. This method also was a visible sign of how much she was lying/telling the truth which helped her and her low memory when problem solving as well.

CONTROLLING behaviors – “You’re in Charge” game
WG is still learning that having loving, caring parents not only creates safety and a loving environment, but their job is to guide their behaviors and create a responsible adult as well. She pushes these boundaries often but not as much as when she began stealing from us at our home and from teachers at school. When resisting a consequence that fit the “crime” as it was, we decided an alternative solution would need to be tried. We told her that she was now in charge. In charge of her own bedtime, morning routines, homework, and even making her own meals. Upon hearing this, she was absolutely thrilled. It took one meal time for her to realize that we really weren’t going to step in and parent her. She created a pretty darn disgusting mix of luke-warm microwave macaroni and cheese and then interestingly enough, went to bed early that night. The next day, there was some begging involved for us to parent her again. We again reassured her how much we loved her AND that we wanted her to feel what it might feel like to truly be in control of herself so we weren’t budging. This day also included an extravagant dress up outfit and tap shoes walking down the 7th grade hallway (outfit choice is often a struggle for her). Later that night, we found WG atop the stairs blocking our bedroom stating “I am not going to bed until you are my parents again.” To which we replied sweetly, “Good night! We love you!” (insert eye rolls, foot stomping, and arms crossed here)

We woke up the next morning to a two-page letter under our bedroom door documenting her lessons learned with the most heartfelt apology we had ever gotten from her. This letter also served as a valuable reminder to her lacking cognitive ability about this exercise. Now, when she pushes boundaries with our parenting, we simply remind her to read the letter and she will then apologize and turn her behavior around.

DESTROYING PROPERTY behaviors – “Guess the price” game
Learning how to properly take care of our belongings is a fundamental lesson that children learn at a young age. When you don’t have belongings to take care of AND the adults don’t help take care of anything around you, these lessons obviously don’t get learned. After a stint of multiple ripped clothes, cut-apart stuffed animals, and lost objects, we asked WG to lay out each item in her room and estimate how much each item cost. This allowed a valuable conversation about how much objects actually DO cost (she undervalued everything by at least $10-50) and how hard we work to give her clothing and objects that will keep her safe/warm and keep her busy at home. Along with this lesson, we are also very careful about talking through our buying decisions by saying no to her requests with the line, “We are choosing not to spend our money on that” versus “We don’t have money for that.” We want her to learn that we are blessed with good jobs and money to spend on our family and that’s wonderful, but we are still responsible on how we spend that money.

IMPULSE CONTROL – “Three Post-It” Questions
If you have a child that has a hard time holding in their curiosities, thoughts, random musings, this strategy may help a long car ride or those dreaded homework sessions. We have tried to find a balance with WG especially, where we can honor and listen to her voice yet make sure she is also able to self-regulate her thoughts. Sometimes, it seems like she doesn’t keep anything inside, mostly because she is constantly seeking adult approval. I love how joyful and observant she is, but I want her to have confidence in her inner dialogue as well, which also has to serve as a self-regulation device. On long car rides or homework sessions, WG gets three post-its that represent three questions or statements that she gets to ask. When the impulse comes, she has to evaluate whether or not the thought is WORTH giving up one of her post-its. This visual seems to really help her and creates a bit more peace and quiet during potentially stressful times. Her teacher even tries this in class and it’s been working wonders in the classroom as well.

As much as this period in WG’s has been hard hard hard, we have seen so much life-change in her throughout the past two years that we are lucky her behaviors are relatively minor up to this point and normal in the life of a typical teenager (“normal” is certainly a celebration in our little family). I could write a long, long post about all the things I truly love and cherish about her that definitely make all this work 110% worth the struggle but I will save that for another time and another post.

on resilience

ACEs classroom breakdownThis school year, our district has been diving deeper into our student population and fostering resiliency within our students inside and out, especially with regards to our students that come from hard places or who have experienced trauma in their pasts. We are exploring Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs) and how these traumas can have long-term effects on physical and psychological health into adulthood. We ALSO know and believe that these effects can be buffered by caring adults who invest in their lives and form meaningful relationships. As a part of my presentation to my lovely staff on this topic yesterday, I had the most resilient and inspiring woman I know speak about her own experiences with trauma and how teeny-tiny actions from her teachers really made a WORLD of difference for her. Here is WonderGIRL’s speech that we co-authored together:

My name is [WonderGIRL] and I have an ACE score of 10. You may think that’s bad but it is only a score and NOT who I am. My mama always tells me that I’m bigger and better than what has happened to me. One reason I still smile and laugh is because teachers like you have been my safe, protective place through very hard times.

My story got really hard when I was in 3rd grade. Here is what I wish I could have been brave enough to say to my teacher back then.

Dear Mrs. [3rd grade teacher],
Thank you for always saying hello to me each morning with a smile. It was the only smile I had seen since school got out yesterday. Your pats on my back when I did something good made me feel like I mattered to at least 1 person. Do you remember those gold stars when I turned in my homework? Those were very important to me. My family never helped me or looked at my work when I brought it home. Somehow, you knew this, helped me just like a Mom would, and I still got my star!

I want to apologize for my poor attendance lately. I wish you knew how badly I wanted to run out of my house and catch that bus but I felt trapped. My dad didn’t want you to ask questions. My dad didn’t want you to see the bruises. But you saw more than that in me. You saw the person I wanted to be – someone who laughs and sings, and enjoys life. I hope you know that I may have left your classroom, but your kind actions never left my heart. 

Love, 
WG

I hope sharing my story helps you save a little boy or girl that is hurting just like I was. Thank you for being their superheroes. The end.

I’m so proud of this little one for standing up in front of a library full of teachers and owning her story and using it to inspire others. I am grateful that we get to be part of that story.