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Just in case she ever wonders

8.24.14

I finished it. It was harder than I thought, yes. But, it turned out better than I thought.

Just like the three that went before her, I presented it to her on the eve of her first day of school.

Lydia just in case you ever wonder1

And, then we read it and ooo-ed and ahhh-ed over glimpses of her childhood…since she’s all grown up now, you know.

Lydia just in case you ever wonder2

Lydia just in case you ever wonder3

Lydia just in case you ever wonder4

It by no means tells her whole story. But, it’s a great way to keep telling her her story and keep dreaming about what the rest of the story may be.

Lydia just in case you ever wonder5

The kindergarten tradition is now complete. {sigh}

Lydia just in case you ever wonder6

Lydia just in case you ever wonder7

Glad they keep me laughing or I’d probably just sit around and cry tonight.

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

More monumental than I thought

8.11.14

I’ve thought about this day for a long time.

The tradition started with our oldest—a memory book/sendoff book given to him the night before his first day of school. I filled his book with pictures from his beginning up to that very day and words to go with them to encourage him. It’s more of a letter than a scrapbook as I carefully chose the words I felt like he most needed to hear as he ventured out into the real world.

He loved it.

And, so when it was time for Baby #2 to go to kindergarten and then Baby #3, they got sendoff books too. Years later, every once in a while, I see them pull their books gently down from the shelf and look through them again. In fact, on the night before middle school, our oldest requested that we read it to him again just like we did before he stepped up into that big yellow bus for the first day of kindergarten.

Today, I’m sorting through pictures. Thousands of pictures. I can’t believe how many pictures we have of this sweet little one, my last precious child to leave the nest. My task today is to put together her book. And, I’m overwhelmed. Change, her growth, my growth, the season we are now entering. Overwhelmed by the task of weaving together a glimpse of her story into a little hardback book.

It just seems easier to sit with my coffee and write words here than write words for her book.

{sigh}

Off to do the harder thing.

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

My newest portrait

7.31.14

mommy drawing

She proudly taped it by my desk with a smile…and then apologized to me.

“Mommy, sorry you’re so puffy.”

 

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

Eye contact {tips for your toolbox}

7.25.14

We received a surprise gift the day we received our daughter 4 years ago.

Dimples.

Not just any dimples, the most adorable little dimples. The kind that show up even before the smile breaks, giving away that she’s about to lose the staring contest. I love them.

Lydia dimples in Guangzhou1
While we got to see them that first day and most everyday since, we didn’t always get to see them for more than a quick glimpse. The hundreds of pictures I took of her in our first months home are a bit deceiving. They capture one split second of a moment; they do not reveal how her gaze directly at me may have only lasted for that split second of a moment. I longed for that closeness of gazing into each other’s eyes as I did while I nursed our other three. But, her loss of that closeness for the first year of her life made her fight it with me. She fought the closeness by looking away a second into the gaze and physically turning her head or whole body away. Her seeming rejection—through eye contact and in other ways—made my attachment process harder which made her attachment process harder which made my attachment process harder…and on and on…you get the idea.

Four years into this adoptive parenting thing and a few years into connecting well, I now know things I wish I had known in those first days to encourage eye contact and move us both towards a better connection. Here are a few…

  • Make it easier – It is a whole lot easier for a little person to look at a big person if the big person isn’t so big. I realize that to get better eye contact, I need to come to her, lower myself to her height while not making her feel like I’m all up in her grill.
  • Simply touch my nose – the simple movement of me moving my hand towards my face drew her attention and made her look in the right direction without the intimidation of looking up into my eyes on her own. As she looked away while we were interacting, repeating it again brought her back to my face again.
  • Use verbal cues – I’m a fan of simple scripts. Saying something every time I need to like, “Lemme see those brown eyes” served as a verbal cue for her that she could expect and depend on and kept me on track when I could have felt more frustrated and spiraled elsewhere.
  • Ask a seemingly silly question – I confess that the suggestion of spontaneously asking “What color are your eyes?” seemed odd to me when I first learned about that tool. But, you know what? It totally works. She looks at me; I admire her eyes for a few seconds and then continue speaking while I’ve got her right there with me.
  • Guide the glance – without touching her face but using the same motion as if I were, I can direct my daughter gently into eye contact by cupping my hand near her cheek a couple inches from her face. The gentleness of this tool helps us both.
  • Be a cheerleader – positive reinforcement goes a long way. When she would look right at me and we’d lock eyes for longer than was natural for her, my job was to notice those moments and cheer her on: “Oh, I like that! Good job looking right into my eyes!”

They’re tools for the toolbox, tools that were my go-tos in some seasons in particular over the last four years. But, there’s nothing magical about them; they don’t “fix things” on their own; there’s no if-then guarantee about them–and I so want if-then guarantees. But, there was something to the intentionality of using them, the pursuit itself of tools to use and then celebrating little successes that moved us forward. And, the hope and joy in that forward momentum has been nothing short of life changing for all of us.

Lydia dimples with AnnaKiele1

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, attachment, Lydia

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