I don't know that I really expected this. The sleep deprivation, crying, confusion, anger. And that's all from me! The emotional stress of bringing a new child into the house is similar to coming home with a new infant. Everyone has to figure out where they fit again. People not integral to the immediate survival of the family get neglected. Our own marriage relationship gets neglected a bit. Our kids find new ways to demand attention. Schoolwork slides. Housework slides. I find myself in a fog wondering who I am and how I got here.
All that said, I wouldn't give it up. We have our rough times. But Miss Pink is a beautiful, energetic, sweet kid who has come from an insane life. If my adjustment is this difficult I can't imagine what she's going through. Her mom didn't bother to call twice when she was supposed to. Her visit is going to be rescheduled because the foster mom of Pink's brothers can't make it. She's going to school in a few days and going to be separated from a family she's barely beginning to know.
I took Pink to her first play therapy session a couple of days ago and was reminded that four years of abuse cannot be undone in two months. So we'll keep praying and working through and loving our Miss Pink.
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