Feeling Not So Empowered to Empower to Connect

I know that Spring Break was a few weeks ago, but I am just now recovering from it. The first half was really pretty good.  We went with some families up to Beaver Creek and skied for a few days at BC and Vail and the kids did mostly well and I was just happy to be on a pair of skis again.  I didn’t know if I would ever ski again.  I felt semi cool and very upper class, as I rubbed ski poles with the rich and famous.  I felt pretty put together and our family was holding it all together quite well.  

 How did we not lose anybody on the mountain?  You should've seen the hill when they would all just go down at the same time.  So cute!!!!!!
How did we not lose anybody on the mountain?  You should’ve seen the hill when they would all just go down at the same time.  So cute!!!!!!
 Pretending we are rich, in Beaver Creek.
Pretending we are rich, in Beaver Creek.

 

THEN . . . we came home.  Tony went to work and I was in the house with five kids who had kept it together for the past four days. Sometimes, having five kids that have all had significant trauma in their lives, under one roof, is like living in a group home for foster kids. One in particular, is having quite a time, therefore, I am having quite a time and that is the understatement of the year.  

I took Spencer to soccer practice at Memorial Park that week and brought the girls over to the playground on the far side of the lake.  If you live in Colorado Springs, you know, you are not in the Broadmoor anymore.  It is basically the opposite of Beaver Creek.  Yet, I felt at home there for those minutes.  There were pit pulls tugging on leashes, young mom’s talking about their dead beat boyfriends, there were cars parked there with doors half way off . . . you get the picture. All I felt like I needed to do to fit in, was make my little Anthropolgie shirt into a midriff somehow, throw a wad of gum in my mouth and start talking about how my life looks nothing like I thought it would.  I could whine and complain all I wanted and nobody would think it would be out of place.   

So, sit down with me at a bench at Memorial Park and hear me whine. I heard whispers and statements about how step parenting is the hardest thing people have ever done in their lives, but I HAD NO IDEA!  I have parented an adopted child from trauma, but I have never parented a child that is not mine, that I see only on days when they do not have school, that is from trauma, and is often times unkind to his brothers and sisters (that means MY KIDS) and has little to no respect for me and puts on a very different face for his dad (MY HUSBAND). Good Golly!  I repeat . . .NO IDEA!  NO CLUE!

I went to some of the Empowered to Connect conference, again, this year, but this time with our little boy in mind, also. Not that I don’t still need reminders about Macie, but my attention was not fully on her, for once.  It’s easy to forget she is from trauma, sometimes, when we are in a season of sweetness.

I asked Macie to show me her “Swedish Fish” for the picture and this is what she did!!!!!!  She’s so funny!
  THIS IS WHAT I MEANT. :)
THIS IS WHAT I MEANT. 🙂

However, it’s impossible to forget, our little boy, is from trauma, when we are in a season of not so sweetness.  Actually, that is not true at all.  In the midst of every little bit of disrespect or unkindness, it is way too easy to forget that he is from trauma and continues to live in the middle of trauma, in my humble opinion.  

The Empowered to Connect camp suggests that when a child from trauma is misbehaving, they are not willfully disobeying.  They are working out their history.  You have to SEE past the behavior and figure out how that child is hurting and give them a sense of safety and a voice. No amount of consequences or time outs will achieve that goal.  What really keeps coming to my mind from one of the speakers is, when there is misbehavior, you are saying to yourself, “I’m coming, baby, what do you need?”  and you go to that child as if they are an infant who is crying, no matter if they are 3 or 13.  They need help to regulate and that is our job.  It sounds SO EASY right now, but at the first eye roll or altercation with a sibling, my heart rate goes up and my thoughts are nowhere near, “what do you need, sweet little hurting baby boy.”  Oh Jesus, give me your heart. 

The good news/bad news about all this is that, we have them only on days when they don’t have school. So, we get a lot of breaks during the school year, but then, any amount of stability or routine or efforts to create a safe place, (and our little boy is far from seeing me as safe right now and I’m not even saying it is not justified) is all undone when they leave. So progress seems so impossible. And, let’s face it, while I tried so hard to employ the ETC principles over spring break, it just just felt too hard (whine, whine, whine).  After DAY ONE, Tony said he’d take our little boy to work with him and I didn’t refute.  It left me feeling past empty, alone (because Tony never gets the same behavior), misunderstood, defeated and in a position to protect the other kids, not to care for the one who is hurting the most. Oh Jesus, give me your heart.  

(BTW-the position our family is in, is not near as dire as what some families are going through with their children from hard places.  However, this is new territory, as I don’t feel empowered to empower to connect, and all my views are possibly skewed as I find it easier and way more natural to gravitate towards protecting the others verses connecting with the one).

  EASTER 2016
EASTER 2016

There is a LOT of wrestling in my heart going on with this little boy.  Do I really invest love, patience, self control, time, care, my heart into him?  (“Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.”  Matthew 25:45)  Ugh!  Will all of it be undone, because of other factors?  How do I let go and stop obsessing over desperately wanting to protect the other kids?  How can Tony and I come together concerning our little boy, instead of being divided?  (Probably some of you are thinking, “why don’t you start by not writing a post like this!”)  What FEARS are dictating my thoughts and actions?  AND, last but not least, what is the Lord saying about all of this? Below are some overarching themes the Lord is telling me.  But I’m telling Him, that this summer, he is going to have to get a little more practical and a little more minute by minute. I think He’ll be there for me!  Oh, Jesus, give me your heart.

The truth is:

“The Lord WILL equip me for what I need, each day.”

“Jesus loves the little children.  He loves all five of them and can protect them way better than I ever could.”  (I am having a VERY VERY VERY VERY hard time moving this from belief to faith/action).

“The heart of Jesus is redemption, order, peace, joy, love. He desires these things for our family.”

Christina’s Take:

When I take my eyes off of the gritty, difficult details of the whole situation and pretend I am flying high over your family here is what I see: 

I see a mom and dad who love their kids very much. They are walking on a dimly lit path so naturally both of them will have moments when they stumble and get very tired on this long journey. But I also see lots of love and lots of light. I just love it when you cry out to Jesus for His heart. That is powerful. And it shows me that there is always, always, always, always…. 

HOPE.  

Megan’s Take:

Oh my gosh, girls!! What could I possibly have to add after all that? The emotions are raw, the perspective is honest and unwavering hope is a non-negotiable. The key is that this young child is hurting (as are many others in your home). While that truth doesn’t necessarily make the hard moments any easier, it’s a total game changer when you go back to the drawing board for fortification. Trauma takes its toll on the heartiest of folks and the casualties can be so hard to bear. But the good news is that somehow, in God’s economy, we can actually rewire our brains with consistent love, firm boundaries and bridges of trust. This is what Karyn Purvis (may she rest in peace) spent her whole career researching!I KNOW it can be so, so hard! But the rewards will be so, so good. I have a kid in my house right now that is choosing to believe negative thoughts and I am reminded how important it is to speak words of truth and life over them all!!

If you have a little time, check out this video by Dr. Caroline Leaf on how we can actually build a new way of thinking. AMAZING!!

6 thoughts on “Feeling Not So Empowered to Empower to Connect

    1. Thanks Jenny! Thank you for all "your" words at Bible study. You have no idea how many ideas and thoughts are formed there and throughout our discussion that affect my day to day. I’m so thankful for you and our group and how it is changing my perspective and how it is slowly, slowly, slowly, helping me to see what is real and what is truth.

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  1. We love you and continue to pray for a melding of your families. You could be burying your head under the covers, ( I know that sounds like the the top option on many days) yet you continue to trudge through the muck of life, hoping in Christ , that He will show Himself in clear and visible ways. We pray that you are able to continue to communicate with Tony and stand strong in your love for all of your family, always listening for God’s voice in the chaos.

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    1. Thanks! We all do keep moving forward. Well, I took about a two week break to think and get positioned to move forward again, but I think I’m ready and and trying super duper hard to listen and yield even in the MIDDLE of the chaos, which is not my strong suit:) Thank you for praying!

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  2. I love the honesty of this. As parents there is truly so very little in our control, and yet we keep trying. And we want the best for our kids (says the mama only 16-months into this journey). One thing that struck me was your desire that your kids be protected — it is the mama bear in all of us to want them to be safe and healthy and whole, no doubt. But I’ve learned from my own story (with its minimal, minor trauma) that God doesn’t necessarily protect us, just as he did not protect Joseph and Moses and David (and of course Jesus) from the difficulties (including some obscene family dynamics). The trauma that slips through, the hard things that shape us are allowed by God to affect our hearts, I believe, ultimately to draw us to him. In my story, it was hard to feel heard or seen in my family after my twin sisters arrived. So imagine the power of the Word, when I came to learn about a God who sees and hears me, who knows the numbers of hairs on my head! God allowed hard seasons to knit those desires into my heart to draw me to Him in a hugely personal way. Which is not to say throw all caution and protection to the wind, but keep in mind that even the things others’ mean for harm, God can and does use for our good (Genesis 50:20). It gives me peace knowing I’m going to make some huge mama mistakes, but God can use it all.

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    1. Thanks for writing and sharing your take:) I love that and I love what you wrote. I keep trying to convince myself of these things and am surprised day after day at how I don’t trust God as much as I thought I did. I do know that my kids have already experienced HARD and will have many more rounds of that throughout life and I believe that God will use those experiences to shape their character and develop their faith. So there is my BIG BELIEF, but when it comes to releasing the grip of protection (only in certain areas, even), I have itty bitty tiny faith and that is what God is showing me about myself, right now. I love hearing this encouragement, though. Stories like yours, where you could see what God had to offer so much more clearly, through your hard. Thanks for sharing!

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