I used to love the whole Christmas season. As the song says, it was the most wonderful time of the year. I loved the lights. I loved the decorations. I loved that people went out of their way to think of others first in finding that perfect gift. I loved shopping. I loved cooking for family and friends. I loved the food. I loved the hope of a white Christmas, even though it rarely happens here. I loved having children in the house and their simple joy at nearly everything. I loved the music. I love the Christmas movies and television shows. I loved decorating our home. I loved having family and friends around and looking for people to include and share a little love and hope with. Besides the maddening traffic and long lines, I loved everything about Christmas!
Then we adopted. After taking in our 3 little munchkins, who were not quite 1, 2 and 3, we were so excited about having kids the the house again for Christmas. We still loved buying for our older children, ages 25, 22 and 18, but Christmas with small children is just magical.
You will learn more about our adoption journey and children later, but for now just know our little guys weren’t “normal.” They were and remain some of the most adorable children God ever created. They were unbelievably charming and cute, but under their beautiful little faces and smiles, resided one little monster, one unbelievably sad depressed girl and one crying blob. They technically placed with us right before Christmas, although they were still going back and forth between our home and their previous placement in an effort to ease them into our family as permanent members. We were so excited, so in love and so very naive.
They have been with us now for almost 5 years. It took us 2 years to catch on to the issues we were dealing with, but every year when the fireworks tents come out and then again when Christmas decorations begin to appear in stores; our little monsters reappear. You see, even though our children were very young when they were placed with us, we were their 5th home. In addition to the other supposedly permanent homes, they were shuffled from one respite provider to another at every opportunity. Their biological home was obviously not good because they were removed from it by our state. Their first long-term foster placement lasted about a year and a half and was worse than the biological home.
It was easy to understand why they had “issues,” but that didn’t make the issues any easier to deal with. The first year was a nightmare and their behavior at our second Christmas together didn’t catch us off guard because it was just a continuation of our new “normal.”
Things did slowly improve from there, very very slowly. By our third Christmas, our children were far from “normal,” but they had made enough progress that we were definitely taken aback when we went backward with behavior. They began to have tons of bathroom “accidents” again. The oldest once again became the monster we thought we had loved away. They lied about anything and everything. Our daughter had continual meltdowns and rarely stopped crying for long. The baby also cried more, but did not regress as far as his siblings.
We were shocked. At first we blamed it on our lifestyle. I was mostly a stay at home mom who spent most of my time with our children. But, we own a catering business. Christmas is a crazy busy season. I worked a lot more and they were in daycare a lot more durning the holiday season. I am sure this did not help, but it wasn’t the root cause either. The fun begins before I start my longer hours. It also occured beginning in late June for six to eight weeks.
Somewhere in the midst of my whining to God, it dawned on me. They were removed from their biological home and their second longest placement at Christmas. They were removed from their biological home a second time and from their longest placement around the 4th of July. By this time, they had no memory of any home but ours or any other parents besides us. But, subconsciously there is a fear in them that affects their behavior tremendously during these seasons, even 5 years later.
When they are peeing and pooing in their pants, when they cry at the drop of a hat, when the oldest tries to sufficate a sibling and becomes outrageously controlling and mean, it becomes very difficult to have the warm fuzzy feelings a parent should have for their children. At times it is a struggle to like the eldest at all. That is a very painful thing to admit, but it is true. He hurts everyone in his path is not a very likable little guy at times.
But, when we are shopping and see a new mom with her baby standing in line gently rocking her baby and cooing at him trying to keep him happy, I know my son didn’t get that. I know he wasn’t fed enough. I know no one rocked him. I know his diapers did not get changed frequently. I know he spent his time on a filthy floor crying and no one responded. I know our daughter was placed in a home that was forced to take her or lose her brother. I know they did not want her and complained about taking her. I know they abused her horribly. I know they determined she was mentally challenged and treated her that way. I know they did not respond to her and did not hold her, rock her or love her at all. The baby had the most “normal” upbringing and we don’t know as much about how he was treated. But I know one home he was in had many children and he spent his days mostly in his car seat, where he was given his bottles, played and slept. He had a good foster home, but still it was his third and he still did not get the attention or love he needed.
At times my children make me crazy. I genuinely do not enjoy the Christmas season much currently. It’s miserable! My children are awful. I find myself wondering what possessed me to want to adopt, especially 3 bitty children. Some days I think I can’t do it. Some days, I am surprised we all survive. Then, my heart breaks for them and what they have missed.
We have come so far with them. They genuinely are mostly “normal,” at least most of the time. We actually get compliments on how well behaved they are sometimes. That ladies and gentelmen, is a bonified miracle. But the Christmas season, well that’s a different story; it’s awful, really really awful.
Christmas may be awful, but for me, it is also a great reminder of how far we’ve come. God has done a miracle in our kiddos. It’s good for me to be reminded of what they’ve been through and all that was unjustly withheld from them. I know this too shall pass. I know I am living a miracle with our kids. Christmas may not be the most wonderful time of the year for our family, but it is still a time of the miraculous. God sent his son to a people who did not love him, to give them a new life, hope and a future. I have the amazing opportunity to see this lived out on a daily basis. God asked us to give our three little munchkins a new life, hope and the opportunity of a future. I can’t yet see what they will choose to do with that opportunity. In a sense, we rescued them, but what they do with that life is still up to them.
You face two similar decisions.
The first question you face, is are you willing give a child a new life, hope and a future. Most adoptive parents don’t have as many issues as we have had. But all children, like all people have issues and problems. Children who are available for adoption, all have suffered loss and pain or they wouldn’t be available for adoption. Many have stories that will not just break, but will crush your heart. As awful as our kids past has been, it is actually fairly mild. It may well be the most difficult thing you ever do. You too may suffer through some horrible seasons, but think about what these kids suffer. They are inconvenient. They are a lot of work. They will turn your world upside down. But they need you. Without people like you and I, they have no family, no one who really loves them, no hope, no real future. You have the ability to change all of that. Your can make a huge difference in their world and maybe the world in general by offering love and a home.
The second is the most important decision you will ever make. God sent his son to rescue you and offer you a new life, hope and a future. What you do with that gift is up to you. You can choose to accept his gift and live for him, or you can reject the gift he gave and try to it on your own.
Our children may never understand completely what they were rescued from. They won’t remember the squaller or abuse they lived through. You too may not completely see your life for what it really is either, but God has so much more for you. I am not promising you an easy or prosperous life. If you stick with my blog, you will soon know our life has been anything but easy and prosperous. But, I am never alone. I always have hope and a joy that is simply not understandable given our circumstances. I have an amazing future ahead of me and a love that is indescribable. I am forgiven and guilt free.
I am frustrated by my inability to accurately describe the gift Christ offers us, but I hope and pray that you are intrigued and will talk with someone at a local Bible-believing church near you. I will be happy to help you in any way I can as well if you ask. The most important person to talk to is Jesus. Without any help from me or a local pastor, he can set you free and give you the abundant life you have searched for. You just have to ask.