Hello!
To clarify
the “subject” title... Things are not all sunshine and roses, it’s more like
there have not been any major surprises or setbacks as we all adjust to each
other. This is a process with many ups and downs along the way.
We’ve been home
for 22 days and we’re all still alive and I think that’s doing very well! Go us
! There are certain aspects to little girls that I forgot about, it’s been a
while since I was one. Generally, they’re a bit more dramatic, more whiney...
but not by much, mothery (I can make up words if I want to, it’s my blog :) ), bossy, and way
more sensitive. A few wise-cracking friends have aptly observed that she’s just
like me, adopted or not. I heard once... “The things that drive us nuts about
our kids is what will make them good adults”...except for the whiney-ness,
nobody likes that.
**I need to preface this update with the fact that we absolutely adore
her; she’s hilarious, spunky, helpful, and is overall a joyful addition to our
clan.
I’m starting to
get used to the mega-clinginess and by that I mean I’m working around it. When
she’s in my face I just kiss her nose and slide her to my side. I’m all for
cuddling and being lovey but I don’t think literally holding my face nose to
nose (breathing my air) is necessary for bonding. It’s a bit excessive and we
are, after all, also teaching her social skills too and I
don’t know anyone that would enjoy that. The most present thing we deal with
everyday is Milanija trying to be a co-parent. Bossing the boys around was cute
for about 5 minutes, until after thinking back, we realized a few things that were simply out of her control...
1.
Milanija was the oldest child in that orphanage and she’d been there the
longest. 2. She was the most cognitively developed child in her room, quite
intelligent even. 3. She knew all the routines, rules, where everyone was
supposed to be, and where everything went. (she could probably train a new
employee) 4. We ourselves observed what role the caregivers were
encouraging. Previously I think I also mentioned that it seemed that she’d
never been said “No” to or been reprimanded. Well, all of these things
considered, we figured out that she was basically treated like a co-caregiver;
an equal to the adults, only with no pay check. (I could wring their necks) She
could and would carry on conversations with the adults, keep an eye on the other
[mentally impaired] children, bring attention to naughtiness, even tell visitors
where to go when they looked lost. ...Now that we’re home she’s trying to
maintain her role; the only role, the only identity she’s ever known really. Even though this transition is difficult for us we are tender to this fact.
That said, there’s
a difference between repeating what I say because she’s learning English and
also telling a person the same direction I just gave. An obvious difference,
and it goes on all day, everyday. (Or giving me directions by pointing out what
she thinks I should be doing.) This is what wears on me. I’ll say it... it’s
annoying. (Sorry sweet girl, but it’s true.) This is what I need prayer for:
For her to learn and
welcome her new role as a 6 year old little girl and not a
co-anything other than sibling and for me to have consistent reactions from morning
until bedtime and not escalate because I'm correcting a learned behavior -
not disciplining willfulness. I say kindly yet firm each time, “Ne, Ne. I am
Mamyta, I give directions. You are Sissy and do not give directions. You are not
Mamyta and may not talk to your brothers (or me) like that.” Sometimes I
slip Lithuanian in there to make sure she knows what I’m saying; her reaction
when I say this tells me she gets it. She gets a cat-in-the-cream smile on her
face and covers her mouth, as if to say “Oopsie!” And, sometimes even says oopsie!
The overall
attachment as a family is definitely different [but not less] than it was with
JP, particularly with the boys. John-Patrik’s limitations, personality, and the
fact that he’s a boy has everything to do with it I think. My sweet boys don’t
really know what to do with their little spit-fire of a Sissy. Girls are uncharted territory around my house. She’s loud,
bossy, demanding, and very much girly. (also loving, helpful and what I
prefaced this with too) They’re learning with some prompting and guidance how
to set boundaries for personal space and personal property. It’s different than
they thought it would be but they're committed to adjusting. They also understand from
experience with JP that things will settle down in a few months as we get used
to each other and she relaxes. JP, on the other hand, expresses himself with
less restraint and courtesy... when he’s sick of her “helping” and/or teasing
him, he pulls her hair down and holds her head under his criss-cross applesauce
legs. If it wasn’t hurting her it would be hilarious. His general agitation is
tapering off slowly though, so that’s good. We knew he would react, we just
didn’t know how. For the record, he also tries to hug and be tender with her
too.
Thank you for your
prayers, we welcome them always!!
Thank you for sharing your journey! It's encouraging and I will be praying for you guys as you continue to adjust and grow as a family! :)
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