'T' is now 7yrs old and has been home for almost 3 years. Wow time flies. Just thought I'd give you a little "behind the scenes look" on my perspective of our adoption experience so far.
The first thing people see is a beautiful, spunky, & innocent little girl that is part of our family. If meeting someone for the first time, they ask her a lot of questions and just say how cute she is. The thing is...they don't know.
They don't know how hard our daily life can actually be.
They don't know how much trauma and hurt she's gone through.
They don't know how different everything was before.
Adoption is a miracle. It brings kids home from all over the world. And everyone who brings a child(ren) home always have different situations. Some are good, some are not so great, and others are rough.
Ours has been rough. Because behind that little girl with crazy curly hair, and a smile that could trick even the wisest person...Is a daughter of our King who is
broken. Completely and utterly shattered into
thousands of pieces.
The pieces of trust, love, connection, joy, security, and hope are
missing. They were missing before we even laid our eyes on that very first picture of her. She doesn't have these problems
because she was adopted, but because she was
abandoned. In some way, shape, or form. That's why these pieces are missing.
And as I see the tantrums, tears, and hurt through her...
I see more than just my broken sister. I see how she sees herself. I see how she thinks she should be treated. It's the hardest thing I've experienced.
Mostly I just want to cry at the hardship of it all and sometimes I want to laugh at the craziness God put into our lives.
The patience my parents have. The wisdom of therapists, friends, & prayer warriors. The protection and grace of our Savior.
It's all just a gigantic huge mess. Sometimes a bad mess. Sometimes a good mess.
When people don't understand our situation and chat and smile with my sister. I just want to scream. Because she barely does that with us. We should be the ones giving her the love, patience, and lessons of life and get a smile. But that's rare. And I just want to tell that person how they don't understand. How incredibly hard we try to make progress and teach her every. single. day.
1 yr. 2 yrs. 3 yrs.... Those walls around her heart have been falling a lot slower than we ever expected.
Everything isn't hard of course. She's grown so much and learned quite a bit. But when survival kicks in from past memories or something triggers...we start sliding down instead of climbing up. And each step is going to be work & worth it.
This is exactly how we live without pretending. We show her the best we can and hope & pray that things will get better. I don't know who will truly understand this, but I hope it makes you think a little differently if anything at all.
I just needed to say this. And Jesus is faithful.
~Michlyn
P.S. I'm doing a series on my personal blog called "Live without Pretending". I've done a couple more posts and will continue for the next week or two. To see the list you can click
here and scroll down. Thanks!