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Everyday is Orphan Sunday to Him

11.5.12

Thousands of churches today all over the United States–around the world–recognized Orphan Sunday, a day set apart to direct people to God’s heart for the millions of orphans and vulnerable children around the world. I welcomed our church family this morning. I introduced Orphan Sunday. And, I introduced the first song we sang together. It’s not about orphans or adoption really. But, there are words that always make me pause when we sing it together.

We could never get back home with broken hearts, so home has come to meet us where we are.

I can’t sing them without being reminded of our daughter who was literally waiting with a broken heart in a room full of cribs with other children like her. She didn’t know us. And, there really wasn’t anything she could do herself to become part of a family though it was the best place for her. But, we came for her. We came and met her where she was and brought her home.

That’s the gospel. I know full well and am reminded daily that I am no savior; no adoptive parent is. Yet, I know that earthly adoption is the closest model on this side of heaven of the gospel. It just is.

There is nothing we can do to get to Him on our own, but He came and keeps coming to meet us where we are. And, when He meets us, He makes us His own.

That’s our savior–defender of the weak, father to the fatherless, toucher of the untouchables, Creator God yet Abba Father. That’s our savior.

Today is one day of the year for churches all over to highlight the needs of orphans. But, His heart beats for every single orphan, every widow, every young single mother trying to provide for her child every. single. minute. of every. single. day. That’s our savior.

Everyday is Orphan Sunday.

 



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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption

Dear Teachers (what I wanted to say and what I said)

11.3.12

I was tracking with her.

Lydia runs away. She can’t stay still. She’s not listening.

I nodded my head, identifying with her sympathetically, “Yeah, I know what you are seeing because we see that at home too.”

“Well, it’s not okay here.” (Apparently, time outs are though.)

Okay, no longer tracking. It was dismissal, moms were all hugging on their kids and scooping them up to head home, Lydia was nearly out the door of the building by herself and I’m finding myself starting to sweat as I want to defend our parenting and educate on the effects of early childhood trauma and subsequent parenting strategies.

What I really wanted to say, “Woah…wanna try that again with respect this time?”

Instead, I let things sit for a few days, realized that my first approach would likely not be taken and applied as I would want and that sometimes my overthinking can be productive in that it can lead to words that may help everybody involved instead. Apparently, it’s a lot easier to respond thoughtfully and with love after considering the teachers’ experience a bit more and when your 3 year old is napping peacefully in bed and you are sipping on a decaf pumpkin coffee.

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Dear Teachers,
I’ve been thinking about the conversation we had about Lydia’s behavior in class. I wish we had had more time to chat right then and there. Since we didn’t, I hope you don’t mind me connecting with you now via email before class this coming week.

As we prepared to adopt Lydia and became aware of the unique needs of children who have experienced early trauma, we embraced new strategies to use in our family that better foster attachment and relationship while recognizing sensory and physiological makeup. We are not permissive in our strategies, but we do use strategies that may seem a bit “softer” than traditional ones. The way we see it, we can be high on structure as long as we are equally high in nurture.

Lydia is sensory seeking in most areas, meaning she physiologically craves more sensory input than the typical kiddo. She has to touch everything and moves constantly in a way that can look like hyperactivity. However, she is sensory avoiding to sounds and smells, meaning that she has a super-sensitivity that can cause significant distraction for her to noise (especially ones she’s not expecting) and good or bad smells. We realized early on that some behaviors that could be viewed as disobedient were really related more to sensory processing issues than a rebellious heart. We have found that “making her stay still,” for example, is not only frustrating for us when it doesn’t work, it also causes her to respond in a way that escalates things to rebellion. So, we make provision. For example, we have a rocking chair I keep in the car now for her to use in structured experiences where she needs to stay still. We have found that if she has the experience of motion through rocking, her craving for sensory input is satisfied and she’s able to stay more engaged in whatever is going on. We haven’t had any issues with the chair being a distraction for the rest of the class and would be glad to give this a try for your structured class time if it helps.

You also shared how she ran from you, specifically as you left the playground to come back to class. We deal with this a lot with her. Perhaps it stems from her more-than-typical need to control the situation, her sensory needs, as well as her rebellious nature! It’s impossible to totally figure that out as we look at some of her challenging behaviors. Regardless, our strategies are the same. Once I know a trigger (like leaving the playground), I’d be proactive and say to Lydia during line up, “Okay, Lydia, you have two choices [showing her my two fingers so she has some visual cues as well as auditory]: you can walk alone [pointing to the first finger] OR you can walk holding my hand [pointing to the second finger]. It’s your choice.” If she chooses walking alone, I’d say to her, “Good choice. Now, if you walk alone and I start to notice that you can’t walk in the line slowly, I’m going to have to hold your hand in the back of the line, okay?” That way, she’s making the choice herself and knows what will happen if she doesn’t hold up her end of the deal.

Does that make sense? I know it’s a lot to spell out here and a lot to ask you two who already go way beyond the call of duty to serve these kids and their moms (i.e., ME!). It would be a real blessing to us to have you able to reinforce in class what we’re doing at home. And, since she’s familiar with these strategies and we’ve seen them work for her, I’m hoping they are a blessing to you in class as well! If you see any other repeated behaviors from Lydia that need addressing, please do not hesitate to share them with me so that we can strategize together. I want to be a support to you guys as well as set Lydia up to succeed.

Looking forward to next week already,
Big hugs for all you do,
Kelly

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, attachment, why can't they just stay little forever

Let’s hear it for bootcovers

11.1.12

Happy Halloween from two pirates, a dragon, and an 8-year-old girl who’d rather invite her entire class to come trick-or-treating at our house because we were giving out full-sized bars and then stay home to hand them out than go trick-or-treating herself.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Traditions

After Hurricane Sandy

10.30.12

We’re safe and sound. The only water in the house is the pitchers we filled in preparation. And, as far as we can tell, the fierce winds we heard around us last night didn’t damage anything. We never lost power, though flashlights have been the toy of choice around here. Mark even made it out to the office today, though he had to take some detours due to down trees and wires.

I took these pictures this morning a few blocks from where we live. If you can’t tell, there’s a house under this mammoth tree that fell. 

Most the streets around us though look a lot like our own here – just lots of debris that was thrown around by the storm.
We are still waiting to hear how my parents’ condo in Fenwick Island, DE fared. We heard that it was okay, but I just saw this picture below posted on Facebook of the road (or river?) outside of the white fence surrounding their parking lot. My parents are in China right now, so they’re fine. But, we’re all worried about what damage awaits us there.

As we finish our game of Disney Monopoly and pack lunches for school tomorrow, life will go on even if the condo is a wreck. As it does, I’m reminded of the how we as a family can respond in the aftermath of the biggest storm we’ve ever seen and maybe ever will.
We are praying for the family a few blocks from me whose house has been destroyed by that tree, praying for the many families on the East Coast in general who have been affected somehow like this, and praying for the people who don’t even have a home to go to for protection. I’m sure there are many people today who are feeling like Sandy defeated them. And, there are many others who are wondering about the damage awaiting them like my parents. We are praying for peace for them and for God to provide for every one of their needs. Even Lydia lifting them up last night. And, though most people wouldn’t be able to understand her mumbled words, I know God did.
Hearing that wind through the night last night and seeing the branches of trees bending under the force, I now understand the lyrics of one of my favorite songs more clearly: “He is jealous for me. He loves like a hurricane, and I am a tree bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.” 

Saw this posted on Facebook–it’s down the street from my parents’ place in DE. 

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Filed Under: daily life

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