Samuel trying out his brand new prosthetics with feet!
It was a very good week – full of the best!
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James is only 3 months away from his independent drivers licence. He’s pretty smooth and I’m actually impressed. Okay, he’s smooth, I’m impressed and a taaad nervous. :).
This girl surprised me tonight. Actually she’s been surprising me a lot lately.
I had to leave for the evening and I left her elder siblings in charge of the herd. Birthday season is on a roll in our family and I needed to do a little shopping without the kids. When I got back and checked in on each of them, I was truly surprised to find a tear stained little girl waiting for me. She had convinced herself that I was taking a really long time. So long, in fact, that I must have been in a car accident or suffered some other terrible end. So long that she had gone through half a box of kleenex and made herself get the hiccoughs.
She poured out her heart to me. Told me all about how she had begged God to bring me home. Asked me (not for the first time) about what would happen to her if I went to Heaven first.
I am choked up just writing all this.
It’s tough stuff.
Stephen and I have always tried to tell our kids the truth (Okay, except for that one subject involving a jolly old elf in a red suit… but that’s another story for another time.). It’s something that we’ve taken a lot of flack for over the years from family and friends. But that’s just us. We aren’t very skilled at finessing a fine story when our kids ask us a pointed question. And early on it just became the most logical thing to tell them the truth when they have questioned us on things.
Why do I have to eat my veggies?
Why does that man use a white cane?
Why does the neighbour lady stumble funny when she comes home late at night?
Why did the policeman take away that man?
Where do babies come from?
Will you ever die?
Now there’s a show stopper.
Each of our kids has wondered this allowed during their preschool years. I don’t honestly know if this is age appropriate thought material or not. Perhaps we breed morbidly focused children? Regardless, when it has come out of their mouths, we have told the truth.
“Only Jesus knows, but here’s what the plan is no matter what and you can trust us to take care of you. You can trust Him.”
And off they would go. Sure it would come up again if a friend or aquaintance that we knew passed on, but honestly, it seemed to be enough.
For Grace? Not so much.
It seems as though a lifetime has passed for us with our girl.
I chose the photo for this post on purpose. I really love the camping dirt. The chubby toes. The relaxed grin. The lounging girl in the hammock. Such a picture of carefree innocence.
Such an antonym to the churning worry that lies beneath her surface.
I could go on about how trust takes time. How she’s been let down before by those who should’ve been able to protect her from the leaving abandonment. There I said it.
But what really hits home is the contrast.
She goes about her days happy as a clam. Flitting from fairy to pixie. And underneath lie the questions.
Am I safe?
Am I worthy?
Am I loved?
I don’t have the magic truth that will be the balm to her soul.
And so we dance the dance. Parry the questions. Again and again and again.
And maybe the best I have to offer is in my willingness to waltz when she asks. Meeting her toe to toe. Looking deep in her eyes. Letting her read my very soul.
Being a truth teller.
And again and again and again.
I love this girl.
She is my heart.
And she is so very, very worth it.
I stayed away for oh so long from my blog. Recharging? Regrouping? Hiding? Not sure exactly.
There was a time after we adopted Grace that we were online A LOT. Keeping connections alive. Those invisible life lines were so necessary. And it was draining on me.
Those days were followed by the whirlwind adoption of Samuel. More online obsessing.
And suddenly my life felt dry and tired. So much of the joy of interacting with friends online, jotting down family anecdotes and my heart that desired so much to do more for the orphan and widow, was just sucked dry.
I was dry.
I needed a fresh new start. And so did the blog.
As for me, I bought myself a new Bible. Rejigged our whole homeschool. Dejunked my home base. And decided to freshen up the blog. Make it more functional.
It’s not all there yet. The Bible, the homeschool, the minimizing of the house – they each deserve their own post. The blog is still under construction (my fault not my wonderful designer’s, who I’ll introduce very soon), but I felt the need to get on here tonight and get the ball rolling. I’ve got something left to give. And here I go!
Just now as I was walking past Grace’s room on my way to bed, I had a sudden urge to check in on her. You see, she hasn’t been sleeping well for the past couple weeks and normally we hear from her every so often in the couple hours between her bedtime and ours. So, walking past I suddenly wondered if she was actually asleep.
I opened the door and saw a quick movement of the blanket, followed by a very still and motionless form lying there. Hmmmm this looks familiar. 🙂
I quickly threw off her blanket only to find her buried underneath with her new Leap Pad from Christmas.
I hear her intake a deep breath, “Okay. I was doing this.”
Good for you, I think to myself. You admitted you did wrong. (Little proud moment there. Trust me, if you lived in this house, you’d understand.)
I took the Leap Pad. Told her I’d be keeping it for tonight, that I loved her and good night. And down the hall to my bedroom I go.
Once there, I explained to Stephen what had happened. Then I followed it up with a chuckle and asked him to reminisce.
“Sooo I remember reading under the covers and hiding books, what did you do secretly in your room after bedtime? Did you ever get caught?”
He shakes his head no and then breaks into a blush and a grin…
“Actually, my parents bought an old used black and white tv one time. I carted it into my room and put it in the closet where I could see it from my bed. That night I rigged a couple of skipping ropes that I could pull from my bed in order to shut my closet doors in a hurry if they suddenly came in after it was lights out time.
Sure enough, long after bedtime, my folks came in – my room was across from theirs. I quickly shut the closet doors and suddenly I saw the flaw in my plan. There was a bright glow emitted from the TV screen in the closet. The volume didn’t hurt either!”
We had a good laugh over that! Sometimes it’s so nice when our kids just plain old behave like, well, kids!
We have a tradition of putting ours up right around my birthday (mid-Nov.). I know many of you are from the US and begin decorating right after your Thanksgiving.
I have to admit, I don’t know what it is, but for the first time in about 5 years I am itching to put them up now (actually since before Halloween. If I really think about it, I think it is due to the fact that we have all of our family members actually home this fall. No looming cloud of paperwork. No wondering if they are safe.
I have to say, it’s a good great feeling!
Off to start our school day. Have a good one!
{And no comments about my closet. ;)}
I decided to post Stephen’s post from No Greater Joy Dad right here, along with a response I made to someone who questioned how I have responded to Stephen’s “Reluctant Husband” status.
I will follow his post with my comments in purple and then finish off with more from Stephen in response to my words.
Just a little bit of what has gone on behind the scenes in the growing of our family.
I’m a recovering, yet stubborn reluctant husband and father. I’ve told my wife that we have had enough kids from before we even had kids to today – five kids later. Two bio and 3 Chinese adoptions later, I’m still a reluctant father! For all those men out there that don’t think they can do it, I’m a great example of getting it done, and still maintaining my fantastic reluctant husband status.
Adopting three “special needs” kids in 3.5 years is not what everyone should do, but it HAS changed my life, my heart, and my perspective about God’s provision and strength in significant and fundamental ways.
I used to be the busy-at-church husband: doing, doing, doing until everyone thought I was a super-Christian with a few vices! Little did I know that playing the part of a christian man, and living the part (REALLY living the part) of a Christian Man look very different. If men had feelings, the two roles would have FELT different too!
These days, I don’t sit on the deck dreaming of what I’ll do with my life, my pastor doesn’t see much of me, I’m not on this board, or that committee. In fact, I’m extremely surprised if I arrive to church before the greeters have left to enjoy the service! My “Christian walk” is more of a hunched over waddle with a few dives to the ground for cover and a split-second recharge on bended knee before the next event.
But I’ll tell you what… I wouldn’t change a thing. I wouldn’t change the fact that I’m in another country to receive medical treatment for newest Child 5 and that he walked upright for the first time today! I wouldn’t change the fact that Child 2 told me this afternoon, that seeing people without all their bits was uncomfortable until Child 5 came along without his legs and now she thinks / feels that this is normal! They both get it: just do what you can with what God gave you and move on – no stigma, no regrets, just a life worth living… an adventure worth enjoying!
If I had to change anything at all, it would be that I didn’t enjoy more of the drama along the way. I’d change my attitude about trying to do everything perfectly, instead of appropriately for each of my kids. I’d change how clean the car was for the first 10 years of parenting. I’d change the look I give my wife every time she mentions another child. I’d change the power that fear has in my life and how I still allow myself to be a slave to it called on to act dangerously
– to make messes and take chances!
Yet, I’m still a reluctant husband! I still hold on to my fear (terror really) of being a poor father, or failing to provide for my family, or failing to be there emotionally or physically when child 1 through 5 may need me. I still worry and worry some more about some things in my life that I can’t change and should give over to God.
I still argue with my wife about Child 6 through ???? whenever it’s brought up. I still worry about being the best parent / husband in the world, and know that I can’t be because of all the mistakes I’ve made along the way…
…Then I have a moment where someone asks for my testimony and I think – what is REALLY going on in my life? I take a moment to pause the game of life and realize that I’ve never been more challenged, yet rewarded. I’ve never been so busy, yet effective. I’ve never had so many hugs when I return from a business trip, or just doing errands in town.
I am beginning to realize that life is not about being the best father in the world, it’s about shutting up and doing what God asks of you and knowing that He made you to be enough to fulfill his plans for your life. I’m not perfect,but I’m not MEANT to be, or even created to be. I’m the person God needed; to Do what God needed; When God needed; and How God needed. I am the best father I can be; and I’m the best father for each of my kids (1 through ???) and husband to my wife (just 1).
I hope that I’ve made at least one man out there 2 cents richer for their trouble. Enjoy the adventure!
I’m glad you asked for my input!
We have been very much of like mind in most major areas of our life (not to say that we don’t disagree sometimes) and so when we found that we didn’t agree at all about whether or not we should add a child (by birth or adoption), I really was quite dumbfounded! I remember thinking that it couldn’t possibly be real! Perhaps he was making a bad joke? Seriously. I was that shocked.
Really I hadn’t come to the conclusion to adopt (or add our 2nd bio child) on my own. It felt like a strong push from the Holy Spirit to get moving. When Stephen let me know that he would not even consider my request, I prayed. And I tried to be quiet about it. If there was an opportunity to bring up the new family member I took it, but I tried hard not to rub it in or act “holier than thou” either. Really tough when on the other hand God seemed to be increasing my desire, not decreasing it!
Finally in each case, there was a moment or a day when I knew without a doubt that I needed to lay it down before Stephen and tell him that it truly was something of God and that I needed Him to treat it as such. I needed Stephen to go before God on His own and ask God what he thought. I let him know that I would wait to hear from him and that I wouldn’t say anything else about it.
I hope that helps to clarify it a bit.
I agree with what she has said and agree that in 99% of our marriage we have agreed on the bigger picture for our family. Sure, we disagree on which way to put the toilet paper up in the bathroom and other equally serious issues, but the size of our family was a big issue that took a long time to resolve (for each kid!). It finally came down to her letting me know that she respected me as her spouse and would provide me with the freedom to decide on my own without interference or “nagging.” I am very good at resisting nagging, but when my best friend, life partner, and the person I love more than anything on this earth gives me the freedom to love her in my own way, when I’m ready – I know it is serious and I need to pay attention.
In this environment, I didn’t have to ignore her voice, I only had my own conscience and my sensitivity to God’s calling to listen to. These are voices that I keep hearing when I’m at work, commuting, sleeping, or trying to relax with the kids. It is this voice that I can’t ignore when I’ve worked through all the excuses and make the “fatal mistake” ;o) of actually listening to God. Then the questions really come on strong – no longer am I asking WHY?, I start to ask WHY NOT?. When I ask WHY NOT? The answers appear pathetic and weak. The truth of the situation becomes more clear, and I can’t ignore that I have a decision to make. A decision that every man has to make at some point… Do I want to be perfect at doing very little, or am I ready to take on more and allow God to show me what is good enough – what perfection in His eye really looks like.
I don’t believe that adopting children into their home is the right decision for every family, but I do believe that God wants the first and best of our fruits, our gifts. He doesn’t want the left overs. This manifests itself in tithing on the gross income we bring in, not what’s left over. This means that worshiping Him comes before the football game, the camping trip, the parties in Vegas, etc. (Fill in your private time passions here…) It means that the 10 scrapbooks we did for our first child turns into a digital picture frame on the kitchen counter of all our kids and our adventures.
As a man, I would be challenged most from my wife if she left it in my hands after asking two key questions:
1. WHY NOT Adoption?
2. If not Adoption, how are we going to practically express our Faith in this world? (Missions, food for homeless, support of people adopting, etc)
I wish you all the best in your adventure and would love to hear how it turns out in the years to come.
Don’t laugh. It’s true. I cried a tear or two.
A negative person who spoke those bleak words that branded my son.
I cried.
Carrying the thought of someone I love in pain and knowing they were to meet with their specialist today.
I cried.
Seeing folks openly smile at my littlest guy and be so inclusive of him at the Science centre today.
I cried.
And yes…
Seeing the Canucks lose.
I cried.
It was a brutal ride on the emotional roller coaster of life today.
But then it turned a corner.
My son will receive his first “boots” tomorrow.
And I smiled!
My kids are all tucked safely into their hotel beds.
And I smiled!
My husband squeezed my hand in empathy.
I smiled!
My loved one had good news from the specialist.
I smiled!
I recalled other hockey seasons. There’s always next year!
I smiled!
And then I remembered that God’s grace is enough.
I beamed!
Sound trite? Naw. It’s just another day on the roller coaster of my llife.
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