Thank you for the responses. Especially about what it will mean for my kids to read this someday.
So here is one of those ‘unpublished posts’ from just a few weeks ago.
I need to write…
You may have noticed the last few posts have been pretty empty. Mostly just updates, a few pictures. No real thoughts… I have thoughts, believe it or not
I have just been having trouble finding the time to do anything with them, or more importantly, I have been having trouble getting them from my head into anything else (here or elsewhere). I have thoughts about our children, about myself as a mother and a wife, about the possibility (or lack thereof) of more children, about my career, and much much more. My thoughts are usually pretty random and come and go so quickly it is ridiculously impossible to make any sense out of anything….
But I thought maybe I should try…
Maybe just a little at a time…
So my topic for today is this post-adoption madness. The time from July 14 until today has not been all happiness and roses. Although I never really expected it to be. I am not really sure what I expected… I read a lot, so I had some general idea of the realities of adoption, just as the realities of postpartum. I had a little postpartum after SG was born. There were definitely good days and bad days. It’s pretty much the same now…
The most challenging part has been adjusting to Boomer’s personality. Intense, strong-willed, smart, hard-headed, curious, demanding, short-tempered, impatient, funny. I think I have used all of these words at one time or another. He is very different from SG, which is a good thing. But it has caused us to realize we were not quite the incredible parents we thought we were. SG was just a really easy kid. Boomer is definitely more of a challenge. At first I would question myself, am I frustrated more easily because he is adopted, because I have only just met him, because he is a boy, because he is our second child. Then I realized it’s sort of a combination. He is very much a boy, just as SG is very much a girl. He is all cars and balls. Being the second child definitely has a huge impact. He is not our universe the way SG was as a baby. She was honestly the only thing I had to do… Now I have work (even if it is just part-time), school, his sister… I do not spend all day on the floor playing with him the way I did with her. And I should not be frustrated with him for that. I should be frustrated with me. Perhaps he wants more attention because he doesn’t get enough…
Attention. Yikes! Does this boy ever know how to get attention. The screaming is so ridiculously incessant. It never stops… Bored? scream. Tired? scream. Hungry? scream. Happy? scream. Mad? scream. Sad? scream. We worked so hard to get him to say (or sign) “more” so he would perhaps stop screaming between each and every bite. Then he developed this way of screaming “Moh!!!” The tone is SO SO demanding, even a little angry. He also gets SO SO mad when he is mad. He bangs his head on things, whatever is the closest…the table, the windowsill, the floor. He bangs it so hard I know it has to hurt. I ignore it so he doesn’t get the attention he is wanting… But he still does it.
He is also so smart. It is fascinating to watch him. He is obsessed with how things work, very mechanical. Anything that has buttons he immediately has to figure out which buttons work and what they do. He also loves anything that moves. He will push a car around the house for hours. He likes to roll them along the windowsill or along the table. When he is tired he gets very frustrated when they keep falling off. He also likes balls. He will roll them all around the house and just follow them around. He likes to put them into things and take them out. He’s just always busy. He recently learned to climb, which I have a feeling will possibly lead to disaster.
There are so many days that I have doubted my parenting ability. Days I feel like I am the worst mother ever. Days I know I am not giving him the attention he needs and deserves. Days I get frustrated so much sooner than I should. Days I realize I am not as happy as I should be, which is not fair to my children or my husband. Days I wonder what on earth is wrong with me.
But then the next day is fine. The screaming is greatly reduced, we are all in a good mood. We all hang out and play together. I take extra time to play ball with him or sing nursery rhymes (he frequently requests itsy bitsy spider by trying to get his little fingers to work).
I am hoping the good days begin to outnumber the tough ones. I feel like this is starting to happen, but they still seem so random. I am hoping I can stop feeling so blah and start being ‘in the moment’ more often. I am really just hoping all of us can be happy and I know that starts with me…