The Parenting Challenge

by becky ~ March 3rd, 2010

 Parenting is not for the faint of heart – no matter how God has called you to be a parent – there is nothing easy about it!!  I have felt since our first adoption, that parenting an adopted child was very different and, for me, much harder.  I question so much more than I did with our biological children.  So when I ran across this book, 20 Things Adoptive Parents Need to Succeed by Sherrie Eldridge, I felt ready for the help!!  It is a wonderful resource for parents – I could give you tidbits from every chapter but I will let you read it and leave you with one great nugget here:

"Every adopted child has special needs, different needs, emotional vulnerabilities that accompany the dynamics of adoptive family living.  Adoption experts Holly van Gulden and Lisa Bartel-Rabb say in their classic book Real Parents, Real Children: ‘Though the term ’special needs children’ is used in a very specific way in adoption, we believe that all adopted children have special needs – needs that children raised by their birth parents don’t face.’  You also have special needs as parents, not only because your children have certain emotional vulnerabilities but because you jumped through extraordinary hoops to adopt…It’s not that there’s anything inferior about you.  Far from it!  Adoptive parenting is not for the fainthearted.  You experience grief, loss, fears of rejection, and challenges too numerous to mention.  You simply have different needs than biological parents do."

Be encouraged – there is help out there and it’s ok to ask or search for it – we have answered a high calling and may need some extra grace to accomplish it!

(For further encouragement, visit my blog HERE – I did a post last week on our journey with our most recent adoption – God is faithful!!)

Becky

For Real

by heather ~ February 26th, 2010

Several months ago my 7-year-old daughter invited a friend for a playdate. The little girl had not yet been in our home or spent time with our family. As the “princesses” played, our young “prince” (a terrific 2-year-old with Disney-like charm) tried to get in on the fun. The girls sweetly catered to his whims while he enjoyed the pampering of two older ladies.  

Then I heard that heart-stopping question, “Is he your real brother?”
 
My daughter replied with a swallowed giggle, “Well, yeah. What do you think, he’s pretend?!”
 
The two girls chuckled together, and it was over just like that. I was pleased by my daughter’s lightheartedness and quick wit (if not graceful tact ), and I was thankful for her little pal who simply accepted the straightforward reply. Still, the 15-second conversation has returned to my thoughts many times since.  Someone kindly asks, gesturing to my 4 kids, “Are these all yours?” Or I spot an onlooker’s eyes darting back and forth between my cocoa-skinned, espresso-eyed boy and my milky-skinned, sapphire-eyed girl. I’m waiting anxiously for someone to ask my son, “Is that your real mom?”
 
I’ve been studying the gospel of John since September. I’ve been getting to know Jesus more and more through this intense investigation. Repeatedly Jesus refers to his Father throughout scripture, and the Pharisees not only challenge his assertions but accuse him of blasphemy, lies, deception, demon-possession. They plotted – and ultimately were convicted of – Jesus’ death.
 
A revelation was given to me during this study. Our Heavenly Father understands the sadness that swells when doubts about our legitimacy as adoptive parents arise. When Jesus’ accusers tormented him for calling himself the Son of God, our Father must have grieved – for both His Son, and for those who would never truly understand.
 
When doubt creeps in, when we are invaded by insensitive questions, when defensiveness rises, I must remember… my Father understands. I can lay the burdens of fear and frustration down at His feet. And, if I seek to, I can be refined and equipped to respond with grace.

Heather

Exploring Racial Justice – Part 8

by sherri ~ February 19th, 2010

Chapter 8 – Denouncing the Powers and Principalities

 

Summary

“According to Paul, principalities and powers are the personalities and forces that dominate our lives and our world.  These personalities and forces are visible and invisible, earthly and heavenly.  They include human rulers, large world structures, angelic beings like Michael, and demonic beings like Satan.” (113)

“These unseen powers and principalities seem to reveal themselves through human beings and the institutions we create.” (113-114)

“ . . . an unhealthy focus on the demonic dimension of racism does more harm than good.  If we try to take on these forces and cast them out in nonbiblical or extrabiblical ways, as some people teach, we put ourselves at risk.” (115)

Powers and Principalities at Work:

·    Spirit of pride (or, spirit of empire) – “drives people to conquer and vanquish others based on the evil, insidious ideology of racial and ethnic superiority.  This supernatural entity refuses to submit to God and produces a human arrogance that attempts to make God and others in one’s own image . . . There is possibly no greater pride than the belief that God is just like us!” (116)
·    Spirit of mammon – “propagates the lie that money is more important than human life . . . where the spirit of mammon is operating, human beings are objectified and reduced to commodities, property that can be bought or sold.” (118)
·    Spirit of fear – “this spirit propagates the xenophobia—hatred of strangers or foreigners—that is prevalent in our world.  Blind fear of anything or anyone different from one’s own people group has produced heightened suspicion, hostility and distrust between people from diverse racial and ethnic backgrounds.” (118)

“The spirit of pride and the spirit of the empire can also be seen whenever we start to feel a sense of manifest destiny to save the world and police all the bad guys.  It is true that governments are called to protect their people and to trade with their neighbors; however, when we cross the line of being one nation among many and start to think of ourselves as the chosen nation, the best nation and the Big Brother of all the other nations, we have fallen into self-worship and idolatry.” (118-119)

“In the West, we fool ourselves into thinking that if we understand a problem, we have solved the problem.  We believe that knowledge is power, and so when we articulate a brilliant critique we think we have gained the victory.  But critique is not enough.  Though truth makes freedom possible, it is only love for the least and the lost that brings the kingdom of God near.” (121)

“We will never discern the principalities and powers that distort and dehumanize our ethnic group or nation unless we begin to ask for discernment.” (123)

Think on these questions in prayer.

·    “What is our people’s particular theory of specialness or chosen-ness?”
·    “What institutions especially support that theory?”
·    “What images in our common life symbolize the main things that we worship about ourselves?”
·    “What people are excluded or looked upon as inferior as a result of our theory of our specialness?”
·    “What human personality and demonic presence might lie behind our theory of our specialness?  What false gods might our fathers and mothers have worshiped?” (125)

 

“The good news of the kingdom finds its richest, deepest and most powerful expression as we seek the alienated and excluded.” (127)

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McNeil, Brenda Salter, and Rick Richardson.  The Heart of Racial Justice: How Soul Change Leads to Social Change.  Downers Grove: InterVarsity Press, 2009.

 

Sherri

Good investments

by benjamin ~ February 14th, 2010

Everyone has something that they purchased that they feel was worth every penny. For my wife, it is a particular pair of shoes. For my dad, it is a particular fly rod. For me, it is a lunch from the place I complained about every day I was in school. Let me explain.

The school my daughter goes to will allow you, for the cost of the meal, to join your child for lunch. My daughter asked me for several weeks when I would be able to join her. Unfortunately, my travel schedule for work coupled with the numerous weather systems that have blanketed our area with more snow than desired made it hard to work out a schedule. I finally made a point of taking the time off from my schedule right before a particular work excursion to do it.

You can imagine the look on my daughter’s face when she saw me at the door to her classroom. Even with her normally bubbling personality, she absolutely started beaming. Of course she was a little shy and a little embarrassed, you could tell that I had just made her day, week, maybe even month.

Once everyone had washed their hands, we proceeded down the hall and stairs to the cafeteria. We got our food and I proceeded to fit my 6′1" frame onto the bench that is sized for my 3′5" daughter. While my daughter was busy chatting with her classmates about the day, I could feel the happiness in her being as she sat next to me. I was showing her commitment and love that she could relate to.

If you find the opportunity to do something with your child that is in their daily routine away from home, I would encourage you to do so. The $2.10 is the best investment that I have made in a long time and is one that I will do again.

Falling in Love with Your Kids

by carey ~ February 10th, 2010

As Valentines is right around the corner…it got me thinking about LOVE.

I love my kids to the core. Every single one of them. But it took me different amounts of time before I fell in love with them. There’s still one I’m courting.
Let’s start with my biological kids. I was told before I had my first child that as soon as they set her in my arms…it would be love at first sight. I could not wait for that moment. I was in awe of it. Anticipating it. Just the thought of it was wonderful.
Then, after a moderately hard labor (at during one point I asked the dr if there REALLY was a baby in there!), they laid my precious daughter in my arms.
And I thought…
Man I’m tired.  
Yep. It wasn’t love at first sight. It took about 24 hours. I was EXHAUSTED. The pain was huge and I wasn’t quite over it. I had lost a lot of blood. My first thought wasn’t how much I loved this child, but, oh man, I’m glad I’m done and she’s out.
In the next 24 hours or so, I fell completely head over heels in love.
My second biological child? I felt guilty cuz it took me about a week to “fall in love.” And during that week I thought, what’s wrong with me? Why don’t I feel this all consuming emotional love?
But I did love them. Immediately. I loved them before they were born. While they were still inside me. I just didn’t have that “head over heels” feeling right away.
And so it is, sometimes, with adoption.
I’ll be the first to advocate that I love all my kids with the same fervor. The first to stand up and scream that ALL my children are my REAL children (that word does bug me if I let it) and they are loved the same! I’d go to the ends of the earth for any one of them.
But I fell in love with them at different times.
When they finally handed me my 16 month old son for the first time, I was in awe. I was in wonder. I was excited. I was overwhelmed. I loved him.  I knew he was my child.  But…I didn’t feel in love.
When my newly adopted 3 year old screamed most of the way to her new home on one of the 8 hour flights, as other passengers were sure they could have parented her better…I didn’t feel it.
When she threw tantrums so loud that I removed her brother from the room as not to damage his ears, when I put in ear plugs myself so I could stay with her to help her through it…I didn’t feel it.
When my newly adopted 5 year old had 3 tantrums a day, while I held him, while he screamed, howled and kicked like a wild animal, and then when he was done and we were both exhausted and covered in sweat…I didn’t feel it.
When my newly adopted 8 year old lied over and over, looked at me with hate in her eyes and stomped away…I didn’t feel it.
But I KNEW it. I KNEW it deep in my heart.  I knew it as soon as I saw their pictures. As soon as I knew that God had given them to me to be my children. I loved them with a fierce love, even if I didn’t always feel it.
I’m writing this in case you’re worried. Maybe you’re worried you won’t love an adopted child they way you do love, or would love, a biological child.
I fell in love with all of my kids at different times. My biological ones spanned different amounts of time. My adopted ones spanned different amounts of time.
It’s hard for me to admit that with one of my kids, I’m still in the courting stage. I love this child very much, but I don’t always feel like I’ve fallen in love. But I know I will. 
Are you in the process of adopting and worried about loving your kids? You may be afraid to voice it. Because aren’t you supposed to feel like their parent, or fall in love with them the minute you lay eyes on them? Isn’t that they way it always happens? But what if it doesn’t happen to you?
This fear, while not from God, is normal. Just remember you will love them with a fierce love. Even if you don’t feel it. Even if you don’t fall in love right away. You will.
Know that it’s totally normal to worry, or to wonder. It feels like you shouldn’t, cuz most people don’t wonder about loving their biological kids. And you don’t want anyone to think that this child is any less your child than a biological child. Because he isn’t.
But God loved us even before He made us. Imagine!! And He has planned to entrust these children to you from the beginning of time. Falling in love may come hard. Or it may come easy.  If you’re worried, give the worry to Him.  Either way, He’s got you covered. 

Lost

by julie ~ February 5th, 2010

Our family has experienced loss in the adoption process, and as such, I’d like to piggy back of Heather’s post. When our precious daughter died 3 months after arriving home from India, in addition to heart wrenching grief, I remember feeling lost.

Our dreams are often altered. Sometimes God gives us a gentle nudge in a slightly different direction. Sometime the changes are bigger, our dreams are shattered, and we’re asked to pick up the pieces and put them together in a much different way. But occasionally, God asks us to completely let go of a dream and our specific hopes don’t just waver; they die. When our life’s direction is suddenly scrambled and re-written, we’re left wondering what the next step should be.
 
More than a year had passed between our initial leap of faith and the arrival of our daughter. Friends and family prayed with us through each step in the process, sharing in our joy and thanksgiving the day we became a family of four. In the days following our daughter’s death, my faith unraveled in the engulfing uncertainty in my heart. I was completely unsure of my life’s direction. Even the next step was in doubt. I felt utterly lost and alone.
 
Many of my prayers in the following months were little more than, “Lord, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.” I’d like to tell you that I quickly regained my grasp on God’s plan for my life. But, I can’t. I was especially confused about our family’s role in the life of children in need of families. I had been so confident that our family was meant to grow through adoption. Desperately, I wondered if I had been wrong. Did He have a different plan for us? I drifted forward warily, in a dreadful fog of confusion. In frustration, I wondered if anything would ever be clear or if I was destined to wander aimlessly. I wrote in my prayer journal, “God, I have no clue what you want from me. I feel like I’ve guessed wrong so many times and I just cannot guess anymore. Could you provide more specific directions?” 
 
Gradually, I began to see that my life’s purpose had not changed—at all! I wasn’t lost. I didn’t have to guess. Events past, present, or future did not change my ultimate duty—worship, praise, trust, faith.  I recently read a devotional which reinforced the call to worship in all situations and circumstances. In Habakkuk 3:17-18, the prophet who began writing in despair over Judah’s condition resolves to praise his God. “Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.”
 
Our heavenly Father asks us to always trust him, whether we can see miles into our future or one single, tiny step. (That’s easy to say, much harder to do.) There is much I still do not understand, but I do know that God makes no mistakes. I am slowly learning to trust him, to know more certainly that He has a perfect plan for my life, to accept that this perfect plan included our daughter’s death, and to believe that peace and joy follow close on the heels of obedience. Psalm 30:5b, “weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
 
Our adoptions journeys are often a mix of joy and pain. If your family is at a crossroads, unsure of the next step, I pray God will grace you with unfailing faith and unending praise. God promises to walk with us through every faith-stretching trial. “For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you” (Isaiah 41:13).  At times, following God is challenging, difficult, and painful, but the rewards are so great!  Trust Him!
 
"Let not your heart be troubled,"
His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness,
I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth
But one step I may see:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
(His Eye is on the Sparrow, vs. 2 *~* Civilla Dufree Martin, emphasis mine)

Julie

God’s Plan

by becky ~ February 3rd, 2010

Sometimes God has another plan than the one we anticipated.  That is what our family is learning – we could have learned this same thing with our biological children, and may still, but God is choosing to teach us this right now with one of our adopted daughters – that is why I want to share it here.  We don’t know the journey God has us on but we know we can rely on Him to lead us.  Everyday brings new challenges and even some new hurts, but God is gracious – we are finding Grace literally at every turn.  We praise him!  When I read this it immediately resonated with me – I did not write this poem but am giving credit to the author.  If God grants you "a trip to Holland", I pray you can find blessings in it – they are there – just keep your eyes open.

 

A Trip to Holland
By Emily Perl Kingsley


I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability — to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans… the Coliseum, the Sistine Chapel, Gondolas. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After several months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. 
You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland!" "Holland?" you say. "What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy. I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy." But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It’s just a different place. 
So, you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around. You begin to notice that Holland has windmills. Holland has tulips. And Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, " Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned." 
And the pain of that experience will never, ever, ever, go away. The loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.
 

 

Becky

Loss

by heather ~ January 27th, 2010

A quiet and discreet announcement arrived in my email Inbox about a month ago. A long-time friend shared that she and her husband were starting the Haitian adoption process. My friend is a veteran at international adoption; she knew the wait would be long and would require great endurance and unparalleled faith, but God’s call was evident… and so, they began.

 
Realizing the extensive wait times for Haitian adoptions, my friend and her husband chose to wait to share their exciting journey with most others. She confided in just a couple of close friends, and I felt blessed and privileged to be included!
 
Following the devastating earthquake in Haiti, I received an email from my friend.  Like the rest of us, she was heartbroken, burdened for the Haitian people, and struggling to understand God’s will. But additionally she expressed a grief that only a waiting parent can identify. Her agency announced that it would be months, if not years, before a functional adoption process would exist again in Haiti – and this in addition to the 18-24 month wait once the paperchase is officially underway. The dreams my friend envisioned of her family were suddenly shattered.
 
In the adoption realm, the loss of a referral, or the loss of the hope of a referral, is so painful and is often incomprehensible by those who haven’t experienced it. Sometimes countries close before a process can start – but after hopes have already blossomed. Sometimes programs shut down after a family has a photo of an angelic face halfway around the world. Sometimes an expectant mother considering an adoption plan chooses to parent. Sometimes babies join our Heavenly Father earlier than we can ever fathom. Without ever holding them in our arms, we come to love hope’s children. We grieve them, and as difficult as it is for outsiders to understand, that grief is very real.
 
Katelyn’s Fund Orphan Ministry is a strong example of beauty that comes from ashes, but healing takes time. If you are an adoptive parent who has suffered loss in one of a myriad of ways, I pray you have a support system to call upon – even if you haven’t shared your journey with family or friends yet – and peace that can only come from God the Father.

Heather

Exploring Racial Justice – Part 7

by sherri ~ January 23rd, 2010

 

Chapter 7 – Receiving and Extending Forgiveness

Summary

“ . . . we live in a society where ethnic stereotypes abound, false images that are promoted in the media and through selective news reporting. These stereotypes then take root in our hearts and minds, and if we have personal experiences that reinforce them, they can profoundly distort our relationships.” (96)

“In this chapter we will deal with sin, forgiveness, and how to overcome the pride, dominance, rage, and revenge that result from racism. If we attempt to build friendships or bring institutional change without addressing these core issues, our efforts will leave immense problems unresolved and festering . . . We need a spiritual change at the core to sustain high trust levels, empower enduring friendships and bring lasting institutional changes . . . Any process that glosses over the full extent and seriousness of the sin and evil done against others by us will fail.” (97)

“As potential reconcilers who want to bring healing to people and nations, we must understand and embrace genuine forgiveness and authentic racial reconciliation . . . The journey into forgiveness begins with the healing of memories in those areas where we’ve sinned or been sinned against.” (97-98)

“Extending forgiveness is an absolutely essential act for people who have been sinned against. Without such an act, we—and especially people of color—carry rage, resentment, and self-hatred that can cripple us . . . The process of extending forgiveness also allows us to bring our hurt, rage, and hopelessness into the presence of God and lay it at the foot of the cross . . . the cross is the only safe place to let the dangerous and destructive depth of our hurt, rage, pain and fear be expressed.” (99)

“ . . . we must recognize that all of us have participated in some way in racial problems and brokenness, either by our actions or by our silence. . . In addition, many of us suffer (or enjoy) long-term consequences of unjust choices that our forebears made.” (102)

“People of European background have these advantages even though they are often unaware of them and may not have done anything to gain them. But, as Gordon Marino points out . . . people who benefit from a crime against others share in the responsibility for the crime and need to help make things right even if they didn’t have anything to do with the initial criminal act.” (103-104)

Brenda spoke at a large convention and told the story of a hate-crime (murder) against a member of her church. But, there was another victim that she failed to mention in her speech. The second victim was Korean, and those Koreans who heard her speech were deeply hurt by this omission. The next day, Brenda apologized and asked forgiveness. She relates that after such an experience, “she now understood how it must feel to be white. She identified with how difficult it must be to try hard to ‘get it right’ but not be able to say or do the right thing.” (105)

Discussion

As with most of the chapters so far, this chapter provides much to consider. I believe that I am on my way to recognizing how I have participated in the racial problems that exist today. I am recognizing more and more of the ways that I have benefited due to being white. And, as I’ve begun to recognize and accept more of my shortcomings, I’ve begun to feel a bit hopeless and overwhelmed at certain points.

Can I ever get this right if I’m white? Can I really help right the wrongs of the past? Why should people of color ever forgive the racist actions of whites? How will my children feel about whites as they grow and learn of our country’s history of racism? Can we ever really overcome this?

I greatly appreciated the story that Brenda shared. She is a person of color and erred in a way that whites have for years. That doesn’t relieve me of my responsibility, but I feel understood by at least one person of color. I really do try to “get it right,” but I fail . . . A LOT. I am grateful for her recognition that there are whites who are trying, and that they may be frustrated with their lack of success.

Questions from Study Guide (191)

• Have you experienced or benefited from white privilege?
• Do you believe that those who benefit from a crime share in the responsibility of that crime and need to help make things right? Why or why not?

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McNeil, Brenda Salter, and Rick Richardson. The Heart of Racial Justice: How Soul Change Leads to Social Change. Downers Grove: InterVarsity Press, 2009.
 

Sherri

Men’s magazines

by benjamin ~ January 17th, 2010
As part of my job, I travel on a regular basis to meet with customers and suppliers. As I whittle my hours away in the airport I am always tempted to pick up a book or magazine. More oft than naught, however, I come away frustrated. In addition to not being able to find magazines on the hobbies that I am interested in (such as mountain biking or fly fishing), the vast majority of the magazines work to re-direct your attention away from what is really important: relationships. I want to learn about relationships with our Creator, with my wife, with my kids, with my friends. I want to be challenged to be better, to push myself harder, to grow. I have yet to find a core group of magazines, let alone one, that truly pushes me in any of those aspects.
Case in point: I am frustrated by many of the mainstream parenting magazines that are available. Many of them almost completely write the father out of the equation. For example, a recent issue of one of the magazines has articles on how mommy needs 5 minutes, on how to accessorize like a famous celebrity mom, on how this mom balances it all. While these articles are important, there is no corresponding article on any male-specific topics or with a male-inclusive tone to their content. In fact, some of the articles have undertones that are borderline derogatory towards the roles males play in the household. As a man and a father trying to understand my kids and my role as a parent, articles like this are enough to make me very quickly put the magazine down and, in turn, disengaging me from growing as a parent.
So what would a true man’s magazine look like? I accept the fact that a purely men’s parenting magazine would be a commercial failure if modeled after the current parenting magazines. Rather, the topic of being a parent could be worked in with articles on other topics that interest men (cars, sports, hobbies, finance, etc.). Include articles on how to build the perfect snowball, on what different outbursts from children mean and how to handle them, on words to use to encourage our children, on how to teach your child to ride a scooter.
Parenting is tough work. We all have questions on how to do aspects of it and need encouragement that what we are doing will yield results in the future. It is time for men to be woven back into the role of father and husband. Like an addiction program, taking small steps towards the goal is still movement. So, men, let’s start moving.