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In the End {The Big Election 2012}

11.7.12

I actually was one of those annoying callers. Back in the 90s when there was no technology for automated calls besides dialing the number and pushing play on a cassette tape, political parties actually used real people to make those calls. Apparently when high schoolers with initiative called the county party headquarters saying we wanted to enlist, paid people breathed a big sigh of relief because they just were handed new callers. I likely sported my red, white, and blue those nights in the Republican office headquarters where I sat in a conference room and proudly served my country by making annoying phone calls.

Times have changed, and I have changed. Back then, I’d get all worked up over all the hot topics and roll my eyes at the adults around me who did not. Now, I’m the old lady on the other side of those calls, hanging up before the automated voice even starts up and wondering why some people are all worked up anyway.

Have the years made me lose my idealism? Am I that jaded adult now who replaced my rose-colored glasses with reading glasses?

Despite the chaos of the day yesterday with my mom who now has a diagnosis of Epstein-Barr being treated like Patient 0, I got over to the library to do my part and show my appreciation for the freedom we have. I voted–and took this I’m-a-frazzled-mom-voting picture to prove it. Then I went back to my house and continued to go about checking things off my to-do list. Soliciting voters to get out there and support the candidate I had deemed the better one wasn’t on that list.

When we put the kids to bed last night and prayed with them, Ashlyn thanked God for our good day, prayed for Nanma in the hospital, and then said these words:

“I pray about the election. If the person we voted for wins, let us be happy. And, if the person we didn’t vote for wins, help us to be happy anyway.” 

Amen, my little girlie with a big ole heart and rose-colored glasses.

Help us be happy regardless.

The reality is that I’m more idealistic than ever because I now see God as bigger than all this. There’s no authority over Him, and He manages to set up kings and rulers in their positions of authority whether or not they know who He is. No president can supersede His platform. Glad to be a small part of His campaign.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: daily life

Are we ready for this?

11.6.12

My mom’s in isolation.

Last night, she and my dad got back from a 3 week serving trip to China. She had been sick for days there–fever, no energy, barely able to leave their hotel room. This morning, they were ordered to the ER for tests. And, now, infectious disease has been brought in and she’s in isolation as they run all sorts of tests and do ultrasounds and try to rule all possible diagnoses out. All I can picture are those guys in white suits from ET with tarps and masks. But, it’s my mom and dad in the middle of it all instead of a weird looking yet endearing alien.

I’m sure she’s fine. I’m a little anxious and quick to answer all nonpolitical phone calls; but, I’m sure she’s fine. Just waiting to hear that for sure. They’ve ruled out meningitis. They think it’s viral. She’ll be fine.

The wife of the other man serving there? She’s in the hospital too today. During the last few days of their time there, a kidney stone gave her the enlightening experience of spending some time in a the No. 1 people’s hospital where they were. Fortunately, with the help of some percocet (possibly horse tranquilizers?) they purchased at a 7-11 for the equivalent of $1.60 she managed to get on that plane and get home with my parents. But, she’s back in the hospital now too.

And, here I am, asking myself, Really? Are we ready for this? We’re already in this. My mom’s in isolation for goodness sake. But, are we ready for this?

Mark heard the call last May. Since then, we’ve been testing it, talking, praying, considering. At every point, that call has been confirmed. We’ve taken small steps forward, still testing, making sure. And, He’s led each step to another step. And, so we keep walking forward, getting more certain as time has passed and feeling the energy build as we know we were on the verge of something big.

As I run around today with my cell phone attached to me, fielding texts and calling my dad and getting my home ready to host a big dinner for people serving right here in our own area…all while all the kids have been home and some national event today required me to get out there and get my voice heard…I’m asking the questions we need to ask.

Are we ready to step into this thing? 

And, the only answer I can come up with is that we can’t not.

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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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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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Filed Under: adoption, attachment, why can't they just stay little forever

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