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How Adoption Changed Me- Part 2- What (I Think) I Know About Parenting

Sunday, September 11, 2016



Oh, man.  I know it sounds cliché, but I knew so much about parenting before I actually became a parent.  I could have written books with all the knowledge that I had gleaned from years of being a mentor, counselor, and youth worker.  My husband and I were married for nearly 7 years before we adopted and had talked through many of the scenarios that we were certain would come up once children came into the picture. 

While it is fun to daydream and play out those scenarios, almost none of these situations have come up in actual parenting.  I am convinced that is to keep us humble.  I would never have admitted it, but I had parenting pride even though I had not yet become a parent.

When our kids moved in, I treated it like we were at a youth retreat with new students.  I was friendly, funny, warm and tried to get them to feel comfortable.  That is all well and good, but that is not the best way that we should approach parenting.  The first time that a discipline issue arose, I panicked and deferred to my husband.  I liked being the “cool parent”, the laid back one, the one that fixed situations with wise words and reason.  Turns out, that doesn’t always work out the way we think it will.

Please hear me out.  The wisdom that I gained from experience in ministry and through studying God’s word truly was useful for training our kids in righteousness.  We had to rely on God’s spirit to give us wisdom to take those general principles and apply them to meet the specific needs of each situation.

Our adoption classes and experiences failed to teach us how to deal with our son’s fantasized version of his parents.  Having read their files, we knew the truth and it was far from what my son thought.  How should we help bring a child back to reality and speak truth, but not defame his birth mother?  Unfortunately, we didn’t exactly know. 

We explained that every one of our choices has long and lasting consequences.  But, this is where our counselor was able to offer assistance. We still take our kids every few weeks to meet with a Christian therapist even though CPS no longer requires it.  She has an incredible way with words and has a unique ability to help bring about understanding.  Despite what I would wish for, most parenting issues are not solved in a single conversation, but through years of consistency and modeling. 

My husband and I are both growing as parents.  We strive to model Jesus, but generally fall VERY short of that.  We were each fortunate enough to have amazing parents, who always seemed to know the answer and what to do in every situation.  Then it began to dawn on me one day, were they simply faking it?  Our parents seem so wise and experienced, but maybe they were just winging it.  This thought was rocking my world. 

So, what did this planner/people pleaser do? I began to learn to trust more and more in my Heavenly Father to give me wisdom and guidance.  I also learned that every parent out there (for the most part) is trying to raise their best kids that they can.  We all fall short.  EVERY. LAST. ONE. 

This profound thought can either overwhelm or empower.  I try to choose to take that extra moment before speaking, take a deep breath in and ask God for help.  And surprisingly (well, not really), God provides. 

I pray that as you consider entering this road less traveled, you enter with caution and humility.  Find a support network, spend serious time in prayer, learn from more experienced parents, and most importantly understand that when (not if) you fail, you join the ranks of every other parent ever.  Pray for God’s forgiveness and ask your child for forgiveness as well.  In order to be used by God for big things, He must increase and we must decrease. 

From Pity to Mercy

Saturday, August 13, 2016

If you have been watching the Olympics (who hasn’t, really?) then you know about the one and only Simone Biles.  This girl is nothing short of amazing.  She is flawlessly nailing passes that other Olympic athletes won’t even attempt.  It makes my Houstonian heart proud to watch her slay these Olympic games.



I am however a bit perturbed when I see so much focus going to her early childhood, to her biological mother who was a “drug addict” that “abandoned” her to her grandparents, which graciously took her in.  What annoys me is that this is not the narrative that she wants told.  She had a rough start, but she has parents that love her unconditionally and helped her to achieve this nearly impossible goal.  That’s her story.  She worked her butt off, had amazing support and now she’s killing it.

I’m sure Simone is not ashamed of her roots, but an unconventional childhood should not allow the media to exploit her story for the sake of ratings.   Most certainly her story would not be one of a vilified birth mother, saintly adoptive parents and poor, helpless kids caught in the mix.  Lord knows adoptive parents have just as many flaws and neurosis as their biological counterparts, and her mother is more than simply a drug addict.

Our culture has a weird fascination with adoption.  We think it is our right to know ALL the details behind an adoption, and that is simply not the case.  Reliving the trauma that led up to the separation from one’s biological parents may be too difficult for some adoptees. 

This is not another blog that is simply meant to shame the reader into sensitivity.  Rather, my hope is to open your eyes to what adoption really looks like and how you can be a part of changing the lives of one or more kids forever.  I would love to see people moved from pity to mercy.

This morning I asked my kids what they wanted people to know about adoption.  My 7-year-old daughter said, “That it’s good, and that I love my parents”.  My 12-year-old son said, “People should adopt, because without adoption kids go without love and eventually become homeless”. 

Adoption is simple.  It is about being moved to love and provide for a child.  Adoptive parents are not superheroes.  We are regular people who couldn’t bear the thought of a child being without love.

Parenting in general is hard, and dealing with the extra baggage of a complicated past makes it even more so, but know that there is help.  Our kids go to counseling 1-2 times per month to help deal with the wounds of their past.  Our family and friends “lean in” and help us tremendously, because it truly does take a village.

The tough spots are worth it, though.  When I see my son excelling in sports, I think of how exciting it is to see how far they have come.  When I see my daughter pray for hurting people to be healed by God, I am reminded of how fortunate we are to be their parents.  Adopting has changed my perspective and world view and helped to open the eyes of our circle of influence. 

So, in summation, please be sensitive when asking adopted kids/adults about their history.  Curiosity does not entitle you to know the details of someone’s past.  But, even more importantly, don’t just pity this situation: consider how you can show mercy and change lives.  Be open to fostering and adoption.  Move from being a bystander to being a part of the action.  This is an adventure that will change many lives forever.

If you have any questions about the adoption/fostering journey, please send me a message.  I do not have all the answers, but I can hopefully point you to helpful resources.  Thanks for reading. 



Am I a bad parent?

Saturday, March 26, 2016


We were parents.  We had a son and a daughter.  Now, how in the world do we entertain these kids?  In our pre-parenting days, we were “that couple” that had it all planned out with how our kids would be different from “everyone else’s kids”.  You know, “that couple”.  “When we have kids, they will never…”.  Blah, blah, blah.  Oh to be young and idealistic.  In many ways we were incredibly naïve to the struggles and challenges of parenting.  Here are a few of the things we said we would never do, but at some point or another did.  Sorry, not sorry.

1.    Let TV babysit our kids
Now this was definitely not an all-the-time thing, but it did happen more than I ever thought it would.  We tried our best to restrict TV at our house to one hour a day in the summer, but being in grad school I needed a little peace and quiet. And, unfortunately, educational programs would not always get the job done.   Sometimes, you just need a little Alvin and the Chipmunks to so you can power through a discussion post. 

2.    Yell at our children
I came from a family of yellers.  We were passionate folks, but I always envisioned a peaceful home where kids were disciplined and calm mannered.  Think Full House. I wanted to sit my children down and explain to them rationally why what they were doing was wrong, but sometimes kids need to know that their parents can lose it a bit.  Something about hearing a generally mild-mannered parent lose it every now and then can act like a reset button for an unruly child.  

3.    Use sweets to bribe my kids
Don’t judge me.  We really are pretty restrictive about sweets in our house.  Sometimes you need to get things done in your household, and you don’t have the energy to negotiate with a pint-sized tyrant. The promise of dessert can motivate in ways that my words will never be able to.


Hopefully, this makes you feel better.  We are all just trying our best, but no one is perfect.  There were, however, a few things I feel that we did well, and I want to share those too.  Adoption, and parenting for that matter, is tough work, so we should celebrate the small victories.

1.    Hung out with our friends with kids
We began this very early on, and I think it made the transition much easier. There is something about throwing kids on some floats as you soak in a pool that makes all well in the world.  Our kids had left behind all the friends they had known, but now they were learning that they had many new friends who were thrilled to get to know them.

2.    Found things the kids loved and embraced them
My kids love animals.  The zoo became our best friend.  I think that first summer we went there about 5 times.  A membership was one of the best gifts we have ever received.

3.    Got our kids involved with service activities
We brought our kids along when our church did service activities, and I am so glad they went.  They were able to hang out and do a work project alongside at-risk teen boys and serve meals to the homeless.  The kids loved it and we loved watching them show love to others.  So sweet.


Those first few months were a blur of excitement, chaos, and pop-in visits from caseworkers.  We were trying to figure this whole family thing out, and thankfully we have a gracious heavenly Father who provided us with an amazing support network.
 
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