Friday, September 21, 2007

"When I was in your tummy..."

I have pondered this post the past couple of days, wondering how I could put into words emotions and experiences that I haven't quite grasped myself yet. Adoption is natural, and yet it isn't...and every person processes it differently...the birth parents, the adoptive parents, the child...all come to the table with their own baggage and perspective. What affects one person deeply, is but a blip on the radar of life for another.

We have yet to develop enough of a relationship or language to begin to understand where Kenny is in the mix of all of this, but with Matthew and Joshua we have two complete opposites in their personalization of their own adoption experiences. This was never more evident than this week, when by happenstance and chance both boys brought it up in very different contexts.

First, let us take Matthew. He and I were sitting on the couch one evening, working on his Cub Scout Bear Handbook, and the conversation took a turn somehow and we began to talk all about how Kenny has so much to learn, so many things he missed from not having a family when he was little like Matthew and Joshie. Then, in all seriousness, Matthew casually throws out there "Yea, and that doesn't even include all that I got from you when I was in your tummy...". I just let that hang there for a moment to see if he was joking as would be expected, and when it was obvious he wasn't, I was taken aback. I mean, we have had adoption discussions off and on forever, it has always been a natural part of our conversation and not something to be avoided or dwelled upon, just matter of fact. Could it be possible that he really didn't "get it" and I had missed that somewhere along the line?

I then said quietly "Matthew, do you realize what you just said? Don't you remember that you weren't in my tummy either?". He looked up with a blank look, and then slowly a huge grin spread across his face and he laughed so hard saying "Oh Mommy, that is so funny! I actually forgot! But it feels like I have always been with you and we are so much alike.". In all honesty, I probably am most like Matthew versus Kenny or Josh. But it was very interesting to me that Matthew fels so close to me, and sees me so firmly as his Mommy, that he has assimilated into our family so deeply that he even CAN forget briefly that he is adopted, that he is not of our flesh. To him, it is all pretty simple and matter of fact, he is Matthew LaJoy, he was born overseas, adopted by us, and that is that. No yearnings, no loss, just happy and feeling pretty much whole...for the time being anyway. He has always acknowledged his adoption in a positive manner, and this was not his way of wishing for something that never was, it was just a slip because it is all so easy. Kind of like when his first grade teacher was talking about Matthew's height and said "Well, he'll probably be tall...look at you and Dominick, you are both fairly tall." without thinking twice about it, and then it hit her and we both started laughing.

Then there is Joshua, my dear sweet little sprite. Adoption has NEVER been easy for Josh, it has challenged his emotions from day one, it has haunted him at times even when I know now that he feels fairly secure with us as his family. Before Joshua became a part of my life, I would have quickly "poo poo'ed" any notion of children that young feeling grief from abandonment, or at the very least being unable to quickly move past such things. In some ways, having Josh has put the "Fear of God" in me over every little thing I say and do with my children, as I now recognize that events and emotions can run much deeper and have more of a lasting impact than I ever would have thought possible.

Fall has always seemed to be a "trigger" for Josh. I don't know if it is because the cooler weather reminds him of the time of year when we went to get him, or if there is some other memory attached to it, but inevitably Josh tends to become more emotional during this time of year, and this year it is more obvious as many of the behaviors we thought were now left far behind have resurfaced, albeit in gentler forms, but still they are there. We have had a wet bed 3 times the past month, and a few days where his personality is completely different, where his cries are different and frequent, where you can almost feel the grief oozing from his pores. He also sits straight up in bed in the middle of the night and starts crying, still in a sleep induced haze and unable to share what he as dreaming about. Thankfully, as he matures, it is less frequent and less intense, and I think having language to express his thoughts helps that. But still, I have a little boy who will suddenly cling to me in tears saying "I just want my mommy" as he holds on tight. This may sound normal to the parent of any 4 1/2 year old out there, but it is the subtle things that make it different, the tone of voice, the desperation in his clinging to me, the inconsolable "I just don't feel right" sense of urgency in him at moments. It is at times like these when I realize that for this child, adoption and abandonment may always be an issue in his life, something that he feels "happened to him" rather than as for Matthew it was just a part of his story in the same way as childbirth is for a biological child.

A couple of mornings ago I was working with Joshie on some pre-school work, letters, numbers, writing, etc. He decided he wanted to draw a picture and write his name on it. While I puttered in the kitchen and he was at the table he drew, and then proudly showed me the picture. I asked him to tell me about the picture and he proudly said "That is me when I was in your tummy!". Again, just as with Matthew, I found myself at a loss for words for a moment (which if you knew me personally is not something that happens often! Hahaha!) and then I said "That's a great picture Josh! But do you remember that you were never in my tummy, but you were in your birth mommy's tummy?" and he said "I know, but I really want to pretend that.". I stopped my puttering and sat down in the chair next to him and drew him into my arms. We then began a long conversation about his "first mommy" as he often calls her, and losing her, and not being born to me. He really understands all of this quite well for a 4 year old, the problem is that he doesn't like it and wishes he could rewrite his own history. I told him that there are moments when I too wish I had given birth to all of my sons, but that God had a totally different plan for all of us and that I am very grateful we found each other at all. He also drew a picture of himself to send to his Grandpa Rock and his Uncle Ronnie and asked me if I could mail it to heaven to them. He asked me to write on it "I'm sorry you died". Sadly, neither my dad nor my brother ever met our sons, but this is not the first time Josh has brought them up. Perhaps it feels like a loss similar to his birth mom in the sense that they are people he knows would have been in his life and would have loved him, yet he never met them.



There are times like this when I just don't know what to do. I can see that there is this gaping hole in his heart, and I know there is nothing I can do to fill it. I can not snap my fingers and make his birth mom appear, I can't even trace her as she left him behind an apartment building with no note or anything. I can not change his history and find myself pregnant with him, as he so desperately seems to want. I can only stand beside him as he slowly processes this at each age, which is exactly what is happening, and hope that a time will come when he can find a way to be at peace with it. My biggest fear for Josh is that this will hinder him in relationships as he searches to fill the void that can never be filled.

As I sat there at our dining room table with the mid-morning sun gently warming us, Josh cradled on my lap, I looked into his eyes and saw so much loss revealed. So much that a 4 year old brain can't begin to understand...can't really take in that a mommy may not have even wanted to be pregnant or to have baby, or maybe a mommy was destitute and did what she could to save her baby's life. All he feels is that once she was there, and then suddenly he felt alone, as he says "I was all alone in Kazakhstan until you came and got me.". I knew when I became a mom that there would be things I couldn't fix for my kids, broken hearts from high school romances, bad grades from tests not studied for, disappointments and failures on sports fields. I never could have imagined facing such deep life questions out of a 2,3 or 4 year old...and ones for which I have no answer. Talk about feeling inadequate...

It is at times like these when I readily acknowledge that our family is not ordinary. We are no better nor no worse than a biologically created family, but we are certainly not ordinary. I have extraordinary children with extraordinary needs who have overcome extraordinary odds. And yet, we are very ordinary in most ways. So ordinary that I, and obviously even Matthew, sometimes forget that we came together as part of a Divine plan. Recognizing that to be true, I have to trust that God will hold Josh in His hands as He so often already has. He has provided Josh with loving men and women, boys and girls, who envelope him in warmth and love. Men who have replaced the Uncles and the Grandpas that are not present. A couple of men, aside from Dominick, who hold him and it is quite obvious the deep love they feel for this little boy, and for that I am eternally grateful. I am also so very grateful that out of all the women in the world, I was the one selected to raise him, to guide him and nurture him. But the one thing I must acknowledge I think, if he is ever to fully heal himself, is that I am NOT his birth mother. For if I hide from that single truth, I can not help him stand strong and face his own truth. Much as I would love to sweep it all under the table and make it disappear, to look at the world through those much heralded rose colored glasses, that is not what he needs. It is not my job to paint it all as a pretty picutre, but to stand beside him and hold his hand as he bravely faces the demons that continue to haunt his nights, and the doubts that plague his waking hours.

And I guess that is what makes me his mommy.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow - this is so moving. Even though you can't fix this for Joshie, you are handling it in a beautiful and honest manner. I wonder if it would help in his process to draw pictures or "write" to his birth mommy and keep a 'file' of sorts of his questions, feelings and thoughts. Gosh - I don't know...but what I do know is you will find the right way to help him with this and that will make all the difference in how it impacts him into adulthood. Your openess and honesty with discussions with him as he processes it at different stages is HUGE! Good work and good loving! Joan

Elizabeth said...

Thank you Cindy for so powerfully communicating your precious experiences with your sons. I am grateful for your gift of writing and the resource it provides to the adoption community. It is comforting to know of someone who has gone before and who shares what she is learning along the way. I have a feeling that I will be learning from you for years to come.
As I read your "in your tummy" post, I thought of a few resources from which you might be able to draw wisdom to help Josh in his healing process. I am involved in Christian healing prayer ministry, and I was thinking you might appreciate authors such as Jack Frost (Experiencing the Father's embrace), John & Paula Sandford (Healing the Wounded Spirit), and John Paul Jackson (Breaking free of Rejection). Although these works do not directly address adoption issues, they offer deep insights into Christ's healing of our hearts. Just thought I would offer the info as a possible resource for the future. Grace, peace and joy to you! Elizabeth

LaJoy Family said...

Elizabeth,
Thank you for your comments and the suggestions for reading materials. I will definitely check them all out and see what I can cull from them for our particular circumstance.

You know there are times when I have wondered if spilling my guts or sharing so much of our family on the internet is right, or if I am in some way dishonoring my fmaily by being so willing to talk about the good, the bad, and the ugly to the world. There are moments when I am very tempted to hold back, to keep things to myself especially when it is uncomfortable or challenging. But I have received literally hundreds of emails throughout the past year telling me that someone has learned something, or seen an issue differently after reading what I have written, and it makes me realize the power of someone simply being honest and open. I have also been judged for how I have handled certain situations, taken to task for not doing things the way some others thing I ought. the fact is, no one really knows the right or the wrong way to handle anything, we all just do what feels right to us and hope we are correct in our assumptions. I am not the Adoption Queen or the World's Best Mother. I am simply an overweight housewife trying to figure it out the best I can, loving my family deeply and sometimes totally messing it all up.

I am quite literally amazed on a daily basis that this blog has touched anyone's heart at all, that my writing is viewed by anyone as "powerful" in any way. I am not a trained writer at all, and in fact never even really went to college other than to dabble in a class or two before getting married. I think that the power comes from the honesty, not from being a technically good writer, because I am not. I am merely willing to spill my guts about things others shy away from, and I think I try and show what our life experience has been like from many angles, not just the "Isn't this a fairy tale" angle. I also think, quite frankly, that God is using me for something beyond what I had imagined, and it is my fondest hope that others can see that even in our family's imperfections and struggles, His love sits squarely in the middle and carries us through. If even one person can see that and see Him in this little group of oddballs living in my home, then all the negative comments are worth it. It sure isn't me, and every time I think it is time to end the blog because it is getting too boring, someone like you reminds me that others have yet to travel down this road and might need some encouragement. I can't offer professional help to anyone, nor great advice, but I CAN show them that in spite of the challenges, it is all worth it.

Thanks again so much for taking the time to comment, I love it when someone responds to what I have written, even if it is sometimes in disagreement! Knowing from the stats that there are 50+ readers a day yet not knowing what they think or what they are getting from learning about our family is kind of strange...a very one-way dialogue which I am not very good at.

Warmly,
Cindy

Laura said...

What a touching post. Like I said in my email your blog is so well written and from your heart. Thank you for being so open. Your post reitirates to me that every child deals with issues in different ways. I know that you and your husband will be there always for each boy. Thanks again for your honesty.

Nate and Amanda said...

Thank you. Again you have reframed my thinking and helped me to be more appreciative and aware as our family matures. You would write a lovely book.
Amanda

Sharon said...

Hi Cindy, Thanks for the chat the other day!!! Can you believe I just had one of these conversations today!!! We saw a woman riding a bike with a little wagon/basket behind and my daughter pointed out that the woman was pulling her baby. Then she says - "I wish I had been in your tummy and you would have had me when I was really little. Then you could have pulled me behind you like that. And I couldn't speak but you'd know I loved you and you would take me home and put me on the mat and call me and I'd try to walk to you and then Daddy would call me and I'd try to walk to him....." Oi!!! I mean - she had details about what our life would have been like IF. We have had a few conversations but I never truly got the fact that she had spent so much time coming up with a detailed history of what might have been. She is so aware of what she missed. It's just another reminder to me that I'll never truly be aware of everything she is processing and managing on a daily basis - and that these kids we bring home are absolutely amazing!!!