
As I write this post, Beth is sitting at the adjacent computer and beginning her Language Arts instruction for the day. This is her first day home, officially homeschooling. She slept a little later, didn’t worry about what clothes she wore, sauntered out to do horse chores, and is now ready to start working. The curriculum is fabulous … I have spent several days this week starting to familiarize myself with what she (and I) will be learning. Perhaps Word will no longer have to point out my split infinitives if I relearn grammar rules with Beth!
Everyone I have met thus far in the homeschooling or virtual school realm has been very pleasant and helpful. As I was reflecting on this fact, I was reminded of
the mom I met recently who turned out to be a fellow RAD mom. From there my mind wandered to her comment … “I discourage anyone from adopting!”
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That is not the first time I have heard adoptive parents state that view. Here it is, the month we celebrate adoption, and guess what? I have families imploding all around me. Not just one or two, but dozens. And imploding in a huge way. There are several moms whose kids are hospitalized—
Julie is one of those moms.
Kelly’s son is trashing his life quite effectively.
Another mom is still struggling to find a therapist who really understands her son’s issues. Yet another mom is wading into a legal/social services battle over her daughter—a case quite similar to Julie’s situation. (Even that mom’s
horse became ill this past week!)
Listing all these adoptive parents and their personal struggles suddenly reminded me of a
news story last night … unrelated to adoption. A local 14-year-old girl disappeared a few months ago, and all indications are that she ran off with a 21-year-old guy to Mexico. I viewed a television interview with the distraught father and the girl’s sisters at the time of her disappearance. A couple of days ago, both sisters were killed in a car accident. So here’s this dad, missing all three girls in a matter of months. How much more must this man endure?
The key here, it seems to me, is that we must not endure our pain alone. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. I feel so helpless in the face of all this pain, but I take comfort in knowing ATN has connected us all in a way that we can shoulder each others’ burdens. With God and each other, we will persevere.
I must also add that I, personally, and ATN in general are very pro-adoption. I have stated this fact over and over. But--I sure hope those agencies and folks who are pushing adoption this month plan to educate, support and provide resources for the families willing to step up and open their hearts and homes to severely traumatized children. Sadly, I think many of those agencies think nothing of skipping that obligation.
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