
As I mentioned at the end of my last post, Dora is struggling with lowering her walls and letting me in. There is an analogy I have heard for many years … apple or onion? If a child is an apple, there’s a core inside, but a peel that has to be breached before the core can be reached. If a child is an onion, it is just layer after layer of the same thing … but nothing at the core. Some folks may be offended at the analogy, but I think it is very accurate. As much as it distresses me to state it, I believe Amy is an onion. I’m not sure what is underneath the shallow façade … but at this juncture, I suspect not much. She has never developed a persona … she has just reacted to the world, mostly by shutting down.
Dora, on the other hand, is definitely an apple. But she has one thick peel. I watched her head off to school this morning and make a move to hug me, but then fought the urge. I have been playing something in my head all day that I read in
Owlhaven’s blog …
Have I been hugging them enough? Too much? Listening sensitively enough? Always I felt pressure to do things better so that the attachment would happen more quickly.
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I learned the hard way that I can’t force my family on anyone. Lord knows I tried to convince Amy what she had here … but to no avail. I won’t make the same mistake twice. Besides, we all know how a girl that plays hard to get is much more interesting to a guy than a gal who throws herself at him and offers everything up!
Dora’s negative behaviors don’t achieve the same results in my home that they did in her previous home. She is held ultra-accountable and her bad choices usually come back to haunt her and no one else. She desperately wants the life she sees Beth enjoying, but she is so afraid to shift her behavior away from her tried-and-true coping mechanisms. Nevertheless, we had a great talk tonight while we rocked in the chair. I pushed her to tell me what she thought her options were if she chose to reject our family and hold out for “something better”. She said she’d go into foster care. I told her if she wanted to bounce from home to home and guarantee a life of poor relationships and never trusting anyone, foster care would be a good way to accomplish that goal.
This conversation occurred as she was lying across my lap in the rocking chair. I wasn't threatening to ship her out ... I was making her think about the consequences of her decisions ... even her "default" decisions.
As we talked, she was able to articulate (with some coaching) that
she would miss me ... and it nearly killed her to say that. She thought I would respond with some comment that addressed how
mean she had been to me (her words). Instead, I pointed out how her heart was still beating, even after that moment of vulnerability ... and we talked about how much better it would be for her if she didn't have to stuff her feelings and keep them to herself. It was a great talk ... and for a few moments, she was
real.
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