June 21, 2013. The date of my first journal entry for this blog, for what I thought at the time would be a quick whirlwind of a story, no iota of an idea that the years that followed would be filled with throats aching from tears cried, and pleading left seemingly unanswered. If you are surprised at seeing this update pop into your email inbox today – so am I! It has been almost 9 years since that day I first signed up for a WordPress account and started this story. Eventually, for those of you still asking, I’ll write my book – but that day isn’t here yet!
I have been feeling lately the strong pull to write, to ink emotion to paper, to get lost in the light tapping of keys while the cursor blinks and trails my thoughts as they spill out onto the screen. I remember my years as an adoptive mama still in process, when I would lose hours browsing other adoptive family blogs and posts and articles, and realized how very many of them just left me feeling anxious, sometimes excited but mostly anxious, as I read and read stories of challenges, of hard-to-manage transitions, countless re-adoptions, children who were loved but who were somehow branded with the trauma and families that couldn’t seem to move beyond it. At times I wondered if we would make it – if we somehow had made a quick decision of something entirely monumental, and would we possibly be altering our family’s course for the worse – and ultimately for the downfall and destruction of it in the name of the pursuit of something good.
Those thoughts weren’t there all the time but they certainly floated through the periphery. I found myself thinking the other day that it wasn’t often that I remembered seeing positive follow-ups – of families post-homecoming when all the transition had settled, people being real and raw about the wins and the successes, not just the pain and the immense challenges. I’ve been feeling the need to write again, and so here we are – as I sit in the 96 degree heat at the edge of the local waterpark while my 12-year old Haitian-American son saunters all over the park with his buddies like he owns the place, full of smiles and laughter, a big kid with big dreams and endless possibility; strong in body, mind and spirit, a natural leader and respected peer.
Yesterday we hit a monumental 5-year Famiversary! We took the whole family to see Top Gun: Maverick (SO worth watching!!), and then sat out on the pool deck together under the patio lights and shared memories, swapped stories and “remember when”s. Shared smiles and laughter, experienced Abby’s epic seagull impression that she’s been perfecting for years, and came up with a laundry list of potential career suggestions for Wesley (Marine Biologist, Architect for Mars housing project, Solar-Powered Rocket Engineer, Mariana Trench-ologist, etc – so far no clear winners).
This past year has been a year of major change for us! We picked up our family of six, sold the farm and most of our furniture, and moved to North Texas! We were all ready for change and new beginnings, and while it was really tough to leave behind 40+ years of familiarity, our close-knit families, and life long friends, we knew that we were ready.
Since arriving in Texas in late July of 2021, our kids have thrived, blossomed, grown up, and grown into themselves. We have seen change we never knew was possible, we have seen growth we only imagined, and have made friends and community faster than we ever have in our lives!
Our oldest, Braeden, is almost 20 and will be heading back to Abilene Christian University about 3 hours West of us in the fall for his sophomore year of college. Logan, 18, graduated from high school in May and will be heading to ACU as a freshman this fall on the heels of her brother! Abby, 16, will be a junior in the fall and will be continuing on in the A Cappella group, Remedy, that she and Logan were a part of this past year. Wesley, now 12, will be joining the ranks of the local middle school as a 6th grader, and continues to play year-round competitive soccer, and basketball and football in season. He’s super excited to be able to play tackle this fall! 😬
Now, the part you really want to know – “but how are you doing, REALLY?” And “how are family dynamics in real life this far beyond homecoming?” If you are an adoptive parent, or an in process one – maybe your question is simply a statement: “tell me it gets better!”
First, I do want to offer a disclaimer – our process and our story in no way attempts to sugar coat anything or anyone. While we are truly doing great 5 years out, we recognize that there are families that are not, and there are kids that are not. We also recognize that just because we are doing great right now doesn’t mean we won’t be dealing with some undercurrent of trauma that pops up later in life.
So, how are we…really?
We are good, strong, happy, social, well-adjusted, normal, healthy, aware, and thankful.
REALLY.
Wesley has shot up over 5’ tall, 95 lbs and has graduated to men’s shoes. 😣 Due to his constant carousel of sports, his body is like a tree trunk and it is nearly every game (no matter the sport) that some poor kid on the opposing team mistakes him for a pushover. There is the “thunk” of body to body and a collective “OOF, poor kid!” From the sidelines as the kid is inevitably laid out on the ground while Wes is left standing there trying to figure out if he should feel sorry, or keep playing. If the moment is stalled, you will always see him extend a hand, and no matter the engagement, you will never see him lose his cool with another player. He plays respectfully, but hard, focused and determined. He supports his team always and prefers to function as a unit with his teammates rather than be the central focus of the accolade.
Wesley to this day is compassionate and a friend to all. While he does have his “crew” of boys that are usually all seen together, he floats easily between different groups and it is common to show up at any given sports or school event (like Lo’s senior graduation) and have younger kids and older middle and high schoolers walk up to greet him or call out to him from across the field. Most kids that know him today wouldn’t even think twice to wonder about his story. He doesn’t wear it on his sleeve, doesn’t mention it very often, has unconsciously or consciously chosen to not define himself by his past. He is driven toward his future, driven to try new things and to experience new surroundings.
He still struggles with emotions. We see evidence of orphanage life still clinging to his skin like sand on a damp body. The grains that makes you uncomfortable as they stubbornly cling when you try to wipe them off, and inevitably cleanse and exfoliate when they finally release their hold. We have seen his entire self run the gamut of the emotional rollercoaster. I liken this experience to the Hulk ride at Universal Studios in Orlando. In March we tagged along with the girls’ high school choir trip to Orlando and I wanted to prove to them that I was not “lame”, that I still had some fun left in my bones. So I started out my day with Hulk. My sweaty palms stuck to anything they could during the 40 min wait in line, I think desperately hoping they could grab onto a life ring and yank me out of line. But no, I had promised and I could handle it. The worst that could happen is that I’d die. And if I died on this ride then the good Lord was taking me for a reason. The girls had already gone on with their friends and told me it was “totally fine, you’ll love it mom!” Kris and Wesley and our friends all cool as cucumbers in line like they did this weekend very darn day. I practiced all my pregnancy breathing, my heeeees and my hoooooooos all the way up and when it was finally our turn I strapped in with shaking hands. My stomach lining crept up to my uvula (you know, the little dangly thing in your throat – I promise, not lying), and it slowly crept forward.
The instant I felt the tension of the tight suck backward in the tin can of death, I knew I was going to hate this with every ounce of my being. The ride hitched in a locked and loaded position with a horrendous click, and before I even had time to say all the horrid words that were about to roll off my tongue we were catapulting through the tunnel into what would be the most horrifying forward, upside down and corkscrew trajectory I will ever experience in my life. (I know this for a fact because I will NEVER do that again!) as we screamed to the top of the initial tunnel and I could see the daylight at the top, I took a deep breath and thought, “ok. I got this,” and opened my eyes wide right as we crested the drop. I took one look at the theme park laid out before me and said, “NOPE!” and shut my eyes tight the entire rest of the ride while I hummed and envisioned myself walking through the gates of heaven. JESUS, take me now! I got off the ride and swore up and down I would never ride one of those again. The Good Lord is going to have to take me some other way, and that is a non-negotiable.
My point is this – our experience with emotion with this kiddo is something I know many of you adoptive parents are experiencing, have experienced, or will experience. It is just sometimes nice to know you aren’t alone. In the beginning when he first came home he had no clue how to process emotion. He didn’t even know how to feel it. At the orphanage the boys especially were taught that showing vulnerable emotion was weak. Unless you were hard, callous, or fighting you were called out, made fun of, or bullied. If you needed to cry, you cried in hiding. If you were mad you made sure the other person knew it and felt that anger for a long time. Because of this, he has had a tough shell to crack. While initially when he came home he was physically touchy, it wasn’t an emotional response – it simply was a purely physical response to something he had missed and needed to catch up on. 5 years later he still doesn’t offer physical affection of his own volition, but will oblige us at times. He doesn’t like physical touch, doesn’t usually seek it, and shies away from it especially in emotionally intimate situations. He still doesn’t always know what to do with emotional situations – even movies that have emotional parts he will just skip through it or get up and do something else til the scene is over.
He refuses to say “I love you”, even after this long, and it has taken me 5 years to get to a point where I am most of the time okay with that. He will say, “yeah I don’t say that” – even though he communicates his feelings in other ways that are less emotionally vulnerable than those raw words I guess. We have a wonderful family therapist that we have found here in our little town that works with whole families and often with adoptees and we are looking forward to continuing to work alongside her over the next few years. We feel that there will always be some residue, some sticker-gunk leftover on his life – as is true for all of us – but also recognizing that without that gunk left there to reference, how would we ever appreciate the fullness of the story?
The roller coaster has been rough at times, I screamed, he screamed, we all screamed (and not for ice cream), and we had some serious rough beginnings. But our persistence and willingness to be flexible with what we had been “taught” about how to parent a child from trauma was the key, we feel, to being able to get off the darn ride!
At this point in the journey we are rolling on through, taking things as they come, dealing with how to be a good friend, using our words respectfully even when we are joking, and now that we live in Texas, learning to say “yes ma’am” and “yes sir” to all your elders no matter where you are (which is pretty impressive!) – I’ve never been called ma’am more in my life than I have in the past 9 months! We are navigating normal teaching moments like when to remove yourself from an unhealthy group chat, and how to speak up when things aren’t right, making sure others are included and not left out, and striving to do your best in everything, and being proud of that, even when someone else is better. Our battles are few and far between and usually revolve around hours on Xbox. 🙄 (like I said, NORMAL). He is adamant still that he won’t have a girlfriend and won’t get married, and that he won’t have kids either – but we’ll see about that! 😂
This kid has forever dreamt with the stars – his first grade teacher instilled a love of science and the solar system and this year he has soaked up marine life and ecology – he just loves anything and everything science-related! He still is committed to play professional soccer, or football, (depending on the season) and wants to live a double life as a nerdy scientist. This boy is going to take his world by storm!
My thumbs are tired, I started this post at the waterpark on my phone and finished it at home – too afraid to swap to my computer at the risk of losing it all!
I’ll end the post here with some photos to catch y’all up – it’s been almost four years since I posted – and the difference in Wesley and how he’s grown incredible! When you get more than a minute, totally worth scrolling to the June 2016 & June 2017 posts to compare photos. My heart still melts. Every. Time.
Thank you all for being a part of this journey, and for continuing to share in it as life catapults us all forward. Sometimes it’s worth it just to open your eyes for just a second to see everything laid out before you – helps you appreciate the insanity you’re about to embark on – and when you finally get off the ride – you’ll be thankful you didn’t go it alone.
Blessings,
Laura