
A reader asked what Amy was like as a child and what behaviors concerned us early on. This is a good question and a difficult one to answer… not because I don’t
know the answer, but because it is painful to remember our struggles that originated so early on and never really resolved.
Amy was 21 months old and weighed about 21 pounds when she arrived. She was a beautiful child, notwithstanding the dour face and perpetual pout she wore from the very beginning. I was completely clueless about attachment, grief and loss. I did some things right in terms of structure, nurturing and “gluing” her to me, but I did some things wrong in terms of what I know to do today.
From the very, very beginning she was “strong-willed”. I clearly remember giving her vitamins because she was such a waif and because the pediatrician wanted her to take them. She would hold them in her mouth and let them dissolve (yuck!) rather than chew them. It was a real battle, and my husband and I were both fighting with her. I wouldn’t do that today, but we didn’t “get it”. It was a symptom of a much bigger problem.
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I also clearly remember a time she was grieving her losses, and I knew she was grieving. She was in the bedroom she shared with Steph, and she was “there but not there.” I tried to comfort her but she wanted none of it. I remember telling her I would be in the kitchen if she needed or wanted me, and I left her in the bedroom. Some time later she walked into the kitchen, arms by her sides, head down, and she came and stood in front of me. The message was very clear… I need someone, you’re not it but I guess you’ll have to do for now. I picked her up and held her. If I had it to do all over again, I would have pushed past that and picked her up and headed to the rocking chair at any sign of grieving or shut down.
To be continued...
This photo was taken in Thailand before she came home, and the t-shirt is one we sent her and it reads: "My family in Indiana loves me".