Thursday, March 18, 2010

Our Morning Root Beer


When you have a child or children who have experienced a traumatic past, things creep up that surprise you...we had such an incident this morning.


We had to stop by Dominick's shop to drop off our muddy boots for him to pressure wash clean, and as we were inside there was a six pack carton of root beer in brown bottles with one left in it sitting on a table. Angela spotted it and the look of shock on her face, and Olesya's as well, was enough to make me cringe. She shouted out "Papa...Vodka!! No!" and yet smiled an uncomfortable grin at the same time as she didn't know what to do with this. She had no English word for beer or other alcohol.


Dominick and I both jumped into action, quickly opening the bottle and insisting it was like cola, not at all alcohol or Vodka. How sad it was to see her and Olesya both sniff the bottle carefully as they inspected it to make sure it was not alcoholic. They cautiously put it up to their lips, and then smiled widely as they discovered it really was soda and not beer. Angela quickly tried to explain that the brown bottle in Kazakhstan was "vodka" and that was why she jumped to conclusions. She was slightly embarassed...and yet really liked the taste of root beer and how it foamed up over the top of the bottle. You could almost see the relief on both of their faces as they relaxed and didn't have to worry about Papa drinking.


Can you imagine what horror that would bring for them? If they came into a new family where alcohol was an issue? Thank you God for us never finding an alcoholic drink that was palatable.


And maybe...just maybe...today was another step in trusting us, as we reassured them again that we don't drink ANYTHING and we all laughed together over a morning root beer.


How heartbreaking that our precious daughters live with the memories that can be innocently triggered by the sight of mere brown bottle.


I am so very sorry girls, you are safe here...I promise.


5 comments:

robin said...

Oh Cindy,

It saddens me to see the fear in these kiddos eyes when alcohol is seen. My girls have the same fear regarding it. We received a bottle of Kaz. vodka as a gift from our facilitator and brought it home. We never opened (hate alcohol) and placed it in a cupboard. Claire found it one day and asked what it was. When I told her she looked terrified and insisted that we get rid of it. That is exactly what we did. I can only imagine what kids witnessed over there in regards to drinking. So sad.

Robin Gillis

LK said...

Wow.
This speaks volumes. Alcholholism is such a pervasive family disease.
Even though you don't drink, you may find some good material for them through Ala-teen. I think being the child of an alcoholic will continue to affect them throughout their live......Laura

Tammy said...

Yeah, you never know when memories will pop up. Sometimes it's nice when you can show them something this concrete to take their fears away, as opposed to some of the deeper scars.

Anonymous said...

Thank God for you and your values.

Lael

Anonymous said...

How can we avoid? How do we teach? Thank God for parents like you. Thank God for expanding your family and giving each other safety.

Love,
Lael