Wow, I am sitting at the computer, boys are watching Veggie Tales, Ashleigh is doing her history (we use Mystery of History and I love it). I wrote in my personal journal a week or so ago and I wish to share some thoughts from that entry. I have been reading other blogs lately and reading the openness and vulnerability others are expressing, so I am going to be quite straightforward. It is not easy for me to write these things but they are weighing heavy on my heart. So here it goes.
Oct. 6, 2009
We have been home for 4 weeks (now it is 6) our family is adjusting well despite the language barrier. Elijah is having the hardest time as he is sharing everything of his with Tewodros. I write today with tears in my eyes. I have been upset/ hurting over some issues for awhile and I finally decided to write it all down.
First, is Tewodros's age. When Mary called on June 15th with our referral of a 3 year old boy. A couple days later she calls back and says a dentist had seen him and believes he is not 3 but rather 4 or 5, closer to 5. Then we start showing his picture to our family and friends and they look and think he looks older than 3. People then want to know "so how old is he" We explain they do not keep records of birth so therefore we will never know 100%. People also notice in his pictures that he is missing teeth so he must be older than 3. (We learn when we go to Ethiopia that his teeth were pulled out by his family, probably a very painful experience).
When we arrive home the first question many asked is "so how old is he". Well guess what we do not know. What do people think that when we see him he would tell us the truth. No because he has been taught as you teach your own children their age. Well legally he is 3, his green card says a 2006 birthdate, but we know 100% that he is not, therefore we say he is 4 (now I am aiming more to saying 5).
Then we go to the peds office and I am to fill out a well child survey for a 3 year old on a child who still did not understand me. This was the biggest laugh, yet it about made me cry. Okay so please do not ask me or my children "so how old is he".
Now my next probably hardest thing to handle since being home. If I had just given birth to our 3rd child, I/we would have received meals, cards, visitors, $ for our child. (He did receive $ from grandpa and grandma when he was injured and in the ED). Adopting an older child who speaks/ spoke no English and was able to move away from me it would have been a HUGE blessing to have received a gift of a meal just once. This would have helped so I would not have had to stop interacting with the kids and prepare a meal. So next time you know someone who adopts please treat them as though they just returned home from the hospital and make them dinner, or send them a card in the mail to say congrats.
I knew when God called us to adopt from Ethiopia that there would be wonder from people who live near us, that it would be a new thing, but no one told me how alone I would feel.
I love my children, I love that I can be at home with them. People are noticing how much English Tewodros is now speaking. We still try to keep Amharic. Thank you CiCi's pizza man who gave us a free child's buffet when we said legally he is 3 (children 3 and under are free).
Okay do I now press publish post, what will people think of me. I'm going to call Kellar before I do.