This has been a doozy of a vacation. Esther has just recently started sometimes wanting to go off and play by herself, but Daniel is not there yet. And they have been doing a lot of picking at each other this week. So that means that either one of us watches them together (and gets exasperated with having to constantly redirect them), or we each take one. So we have pretty much devoted ourselves this week to Being With Kids (while trying not to get too far behind on the laundry and dishes). This has no doubt been good for bonding, but tiring!
Christmas Day, though, was all we could have hoped it would be. Well, except for the waking up part. Esther was awake for a while at 3 AM, and staved off boredom by (apparently) hyperventilating. I have heard her do that before when bored so I didn't pay much attention, but it woke Tim right up and then he was awake for a while. Then Daniel woke up at five...and again at six...and finally just past our designated minimum wake-up time of 6:30. So Tim and I and Esther were awakened by Daniel at 6:34. We all put on our robes (Tim's and Daniel's being Christmas presents that they had opened the night before) and went into the living room for stockings. The kids had mostly the same things: a bottle of foot lotion, a bag of potato chips, a pack of gum, a glow stick, a squishy light-up toy, and one individual gift (a wallet for Daniel and a bottle of bubble bath for Esther). Then we let them each pick out one gift to open. Daniel picked one from our home study agency that he had been ogling and fingering every chance he got since it arrived in our house. He was convinced it was an MP3 player, and much to my surprise, he was right! After that we stopped for breakfast and the kids played with what they had already opened. We didn't want the kids to open gifts so fast that they didn't have time to enjoy them, so we would open a little bit, take a break to do something else (like take a shower and get dressed for church!) and then open a few more. We had opened most of the presents before we got to church, and then opened the big joint gift from Tim's family (a Wii!!!) after we got back.
I was so pleased that both kids cheerfully accepted the pauses to the opening, and were happy with what they got. Some of Daniel's favorite presents were: the MP3 player, cash, a check, a visa gift card (so he has something to swipe just like we do!), a fat pillow (he likes to have his head up high when he sleeps), and a portable speaker for his MP3 player. Oh, and definitely the Wii! The present he most wanted, Windows XP for his computer (an old one that a colleague of Tim's scavenged for him), did not arrive in time, and in fact we are pretty certain that the company never shipped it and just didn't want to admit that. So we canceled that order and are working on getting Windows from somewhere else. Daniel has complained a little, but really has had a pretty good attitude about the disappointment. Some of Esther's favorite presents were: the gymnastics shoes and ribbon that she has been anticipating for months, lace-up sneakers (so that she can learn to tie her own shoes instead of making knots in everyone else's!), the Wii, and, much to my surprise, a Snow White kid doll. I really didn't think Esther was all that interested in dolls, so it's not something I would have thought to get her (it was also from our homestudy agency), but Esther asked to bring Snow White to church with her on Christmas, and has played with her lots since. Today I walked into our bedroom and saw Snow White on our bed, wearing one of Esther's pull-ups, which was filled with small stuffed animals. I'm not quite sure if SW was supposed to be pooping or pregnant, but it certainly looked funny.
I also loved that Daniel took the initiative to make presents for Tim and me. One day a couple of days before Christmas, when he had been uncharacteristically not hanging around me for a while, I went to check on him and found him in his room. When I asked him what he was doing he quickly said, "Nothing!" and appeared to be holding something behind his back (or possibly sitting on it). Tim peeked in after me and smiled, so I figured it wasn't anything I needed to worry about. After that Daniel shut the door and did not reappear for a long time. (And yes, we enjoyed the peace!) When he did reappear, he came to tell us teasingly that there were two more presents under the tree. He had made one for each of us, and labeled them To: Mommy (and Daddy); From: Iloveyou Daniel. Some other family members will be getting similar items, so I won't say just yet what they were. :-) But I was touched that he would think of making us something all by himself, and then carry it through. We had the kids get each other gifts at the dollar store with their allowances. Esther actually had a good bit of money saved up, but Daniel was nearly out after buying several coveted electronic items.
On Christmas afternoon Esther took a nap and the kids took turns playing the Wii either alone or with Tim. They especially enjoyed a racecar game and a trampoline game. In the evening we had a large and rather late dinner. And then our Christmas was finished, a peaceful day enjoying family and being thankful for the love we share with each other and for the love God shared with us in sending his Son.
"Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever." Daniel 12:3
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Advent
I love Advent. I like the idea of setting aside a period of time to prepare for remembering and re-welcoming Jesus' coming into our lives. And I love the symbolism: light gathering, week by week, dispelling the darkness; the rhythm of waiting, reminding ourselves with each night's reflection what is to come. We have taken Christmas traditions from both our families, but our Advent wreath is one that is mostly our own (although my family did celebrate it some years). I can't remember if we started having an advent wreath at the very beginning of our marriage or not, but certainly we have been doing it for a number of years, and it is different every year. A few years ago I spent hours putting together an elaborate series of readings, one for each day of Advent. I hope to return to them someday, but now that we have kids who are old enough to understand something of what we are doing, but who would disconnect from words upon words upon words, we are putting away those pages for a while. This year, because of Daniel's language barrier, we decided to go simple and repetitive. Each week we all learned one memory verse (in English and/or Chinese) corresponding to the theme of the week (we do Hope, Peace, Joy and Love), and sang one song. So every night we lit the appropriate number of candles, practiced our verse(s) and song for the week, and prayed. If we had enough time I read a Bible story that went along with the week's theme, and summarized it in Chinese for Daniel. I was pleased that he could very nearly tell me some of the stories if those events had been included in the Jesus film. I was also pleased that Esther was familiar with some of them. Both kids did really well with learning their Bible verses (and Esther can do some of them in both languages!). I hope that they absorbed the meaning of the verses as well as the words. Last night, on Christmas Eve, in addition to our regular Advent routine, we watched the first part of the Jesus film, up through Jesus' birth, in Mandarin. Then we lit the Christ candle in the center of the wreath.
This has been an especially fun Christmas for us, as we share everything with Daniel for the first time. We have loved hunting down just the right gifts for both kids, and imagining their faces lighting up on Christmas morning. We have loved watching them examine presents that had newly appeared under the tree, and teasing them (especially Daniel!) about what might or might not be inside. We have gotten full mileage out of Christmas lights and decorations, and the excitement of putting up stockings. But we don't want to teach either of our kids that Christmas is about how much you can get. Going out of routine, lighting candles, and especially blowing out candles, are exciting in and of themselves. But we pray that something we did these past four weeks...watching light push away darkness...repeating daily that our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people, especially of all believers...that we may have peace in Jesus, and we can take heart in the midst of the trouble of this world because He has overcome the world...that He has made known to us the path of life and will fill us with joy in His presence...that the greatest love of all is to lay down one's life for one's friends...even just the act of setting aside time each night, no matter what else is going on, and making this important...we pray that something will sink heart-deep into our children, that the excitement of the Christmas activities will not be all that Christmas is about for them, but merely an outward expression of our celebration that God is in our world and in our lives.
This has been an especially fun Christmas for us, as we share everything with Daniel for the first time. We have loved hunting down just the right gifts for both kids, and imagining their faces lighting up on Christmas morning. We have loved watching them examine presents that had newly appeared under the tree, and teasing them (especially Daniel!) about what might or might not be inside. We have gotten full mileage out of Christmas lights and decorations, and the excitement of putting up stockings. But we don't want to teach either of our kids that Christmas is about how much you can get. Going out of routine, lighting candles, and especially blowing out candles, are exciting in and of themselves. But we pray that something we did these past four weeks...watching light push away darkness...repeating daily that our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people, especially of all believers...that we may have peace in Jesus, and we can take heart in the midst of the trouble of this world because He has overcome the world...that He has made known to us the path of life and will fill us with joy in His presence...that the greatest love of all is to lay down one's life for one's friends...even just the act of setting aside time each night, no matter what else is going on, and making this important...we pray that something will sink heart-deep into our children, that the excitement of the Christmas activities will not be all that Christmas is about for them, but merely an outward expression of our celebration that God is in our world and in our lives.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Challenges and Blessings
There are all sorts of things I could/should be doing right now. But Tim and Esther are out of the house on a "Daddy date" and Daniel is at school, and this blog post has been rattling around in my head for a while. So I am going to let the dishes and laundry and photos and cards and packages sit for a while, and write!
Before adopting Daniel, we of course did a lot of reading and studying about what things can be like with the adoption of an older child. We are so blessed that so many things have gone well, but as with raising any child, there have also been some expected and unexpected challenges. So today I want to make a list of ten top challenges (in no particular order), and the blessings that more than make up for them.
Challenges:
1. Boundary testing: This has gotten better, but for a while I really felt like I had two four-year-olds in the house! Like the time in China when we had just finished disciplining Esther for jumping on the bed, and Daniel decided to jump on his bed! The boundaries he pushes are generally minor things, but he has made me prove over and over that when I say no I mean no. One recent afternoon he came home from school while Esther and I were playing outside and decided to join us. We had a very fun and healthy hour of playing, but in that hour I also had to correct or redirect him six times for behaviors he knew were not allowed in our household. Once every twelve minutes doesn't sound like much if you've ever parented a toddler, but the need to be on the alert for problem behavior can be tiring.
2. "Pian"ing: I'm using the Chinese word that Daniel uses because I'm really not sure what to call this in English. I define "lying" as "communicating something that is not true with the intent to deceive for one's own advantage," and that is not what Daniel does. It doesn't even qualify as the "crazy lying" that many adoptive parents report, where a child will do something in front of the parent and then deny having done it. What Daniel will do is tell me that he did something that he thinks I won't like (or failed to do something that I had required of him), and then watch my reaction. He used to routinely come home from school telling me that he had lost his jacket (when he actually had it in his backpack), or that he had thrown away his math worksheet (when in fact he had worked hard on it and brought it home). He told me that he didn't use any English in a presentation that he did for English class, when in fact he did use a few words. So I never know whether or not to believe his reports of what he did at school. To the best of my knowledge, he has never misreported someone else doing something "bad," and never lied to me in order to get out of trouble. Of course I can't confirm everything he says, either...but I'm pretty confident he is truthful in other arenas, he just likes to give me the impression that he's been naughtier than he has been. Strange, huh? Part of this "pian"ing is that he, like a couple of people in my family of origin, has a personality that enjoys "pulling someone's leg" or "getting a rise out of someone." But that doesn't account for all of it. And the rest of the reason? My best guess is that it is a safe-ish way for him to test out my reaction, to figure out what I will do when he displeases me and what actions on his part will displease me. But I really don't know.
3. Language: I know people manage to adopt older children without a language in common, but it boggles my mind that that can work! Daniel and I have adjusted well enough to each other's mode of speech that we can communicate everyday needs and wants and also have pretty deep conversations about things of emotional importance. But there are times I just get weary trying to explain something (a math concept, retirement income, governmental regulations, why we won't give him our computer password...) when I don't know half of the words I need, and I'm not sure if the words I've chosen are communicating the nuances that I intended. So there are a lot of things I would love to say to Daniel that I don't. And there are times that he wants to tell me something and I don't understand, and he gives up. And oh, yes, then there's the whole translation thing. It gets really old being asked by Daniel to translate any conversation that I have with Tim, whether or not it concerns him. Meanwhile, it gets really old for Tim having our dinner table conversation taken over by Daniel in a language Tim barely understands.
4. Rudeness: I don't think Daniel was ever taught to speak to people respectfully, nor accustomed to having people speak respectfully to him. I was rather disconcerted one day early on when I looked up a word in my dictionary that I had heard Daniel using a lot, and discovered that he had been calling me "stupid"! He hadn't been saying it with any particular malice, and after listening to him talk to his friends back in China in the same way he talked to me, I concluded that that was just the way he talked. (And he will call himself stupid as cheerfully as he will call anybody else stupid.) But it is not the way we speak to people in this household! I really do believe that one's feelings about people and about oneself can be shaped by the words one uses, and the words Daniel was using were not leading him in a good direction. We are making great progress in this area (more on that in another post, I hope), but in the meantime, there are times when I have been really happy that I am the only one who can understand him!
5. Poor boundaries: This has been a biggie. And part of it, I'm sure, is cultural confusion. China has a much, much smaller sense of personal space than the U.S. does, so there are many kinds of touching that are taboo here except for intimate relationships, but would be just fine in China. However, Daniel's issues go beyond that. If someone doesn't like how Daniel is touching them, his attitude is not that he needs to respect their wishes but that they are being too sensitive and they need to get over it already. I'm sure that was people's attitude toward his wishes when he was a kid in an orphanage. But he could get in sooooo much trouble as he grows up if he doesn't learn to respect "no!", especially when it comes to touching girls. He has already had issues at school with hugging girls who didn't want to be hugged (and hugging at school is against the rules anyway). After weeks of being understanding and making allowances, his teachers have finally started holding him accountable to the same rules as everyone else. Since he understands the rule and is quite capable of controlling himself, this is working well. He may not believe that other's boundaries are important, but he does not want detention! Not all of this issue is about hormones, either. One example from his early days home is that several times a day he would try to forcibly wrench my socks off and rub my feet. Now there's nothing wrong with offering a footrub, but it is very annoying to have a footrub forced on one! I have also been mortified on a couple of occasions when he has rubbed the bellies of some of our heavier friends, and then made hand motions indicating how impressed he is with their girth.
6. Possessiveness: Daniel really, really values my attention. This is good. But there are times, like when I can't have a short conversation with Tim without Daniel interrupting to start his own conversation, or demand a translation, that I wish he didn't want my attention so much of the time! It can also be a problem when I'm talking to someone on the phone and Daniel demands to know what's going on while I'm still in the middle of the conversation...and occasionally picks up another receiver and starts talking to me in Chinese over top of said conversation. He also monopolizes me if we go to a group function where he doesn't know anybody (although he does fine at church, where he has his own relationships with people). We have severely limited social situations like the above, but we don't want to be hermits either. And then there have been times where, say, Esther and Daniel and I were sitting on the couch and Esther put her head in my lap, so then Daniel had to put his head in my lap, and then they got into a shoving match and we ended up with nobody happy.
7. Role confusion: Daniel has had a number of female caregivers and/or mentors, several of whom he calls mama. But he still seems to have some confusion over what exactly a mama is, and how he should relate to one. There are times when he very much wants me to baby him and do the things for him that I would have done if he had come into our house in infancy. Some of those things, like helping him brush his teeth and pick out his clothes for the day, are perfectly fine and I'm happy to do them. Others are not so appropriate for his age and gender. I'd love to be able to go back in time with him, but some of those windows of opportunity have already been missed forever. And then there are the times when Daniel tries to treat me like a peer. To give one persistent (and annoying!) example, he frequently addresses me by my first name. For the last five months, unless the matter is especially urgent, I have been ignoring him until he calls me "mama" or some variation thereof, but he still hasn't given up on calling me other things. Finally, there are the many questions of how to be intimate with a mama. In families, for example, is it appropriate to wear one's underwear around the house? And how does one show physical affection? And when, as a parent, do you teach your child behavior that is appropriate to their chronological age, or allow behavior that is appropriate to their emotional stage? Trying to figure out where our own boundaries lie, and then communicate those to our son, is an ongoing challenge. And this is an issue where having Esther in the house didn't prepare us, because things that are appropriate for a four-year-old are sometimes not for an adolescent, especially when that adolescent is busy attaching to the opposite-sex parent. So we can't just teach house rules we already had, we have had to figure some out from scratch.
8. Self-image: Daniel's first month home, he drove me crazy talking about how "tiaopi" ("naughty, mischievous") he was. Many times a day he would say, "Mommy, look, I'm being naughty!" or "Mommy, I'm a really naughty kid, huh?" He seemed to take great pride in this identity. I believe that the way we talk about ourselves can become a self-fulfilling prediction, so I really worked hard not to agree with his insistence that he was "always naughty," and to find other words to use to describe him to himself. Now, he almost never talks about being "tiaopi." From time to time he will talk about how much he wants to grow up to be a good person and how he feels that he is getting a little better every day. So now the negative self-concept we are working on is "stupid." I think we have made a little progress here too, but we still have a long ways to go.
9. Into everything: One of the first rules that we had to use with Daniel, starting in China, was "If it doesn't belong to you or you don't know how it works, don't push buttons or take it apart!" In China, he grabbed a friend's cellphone to examine it and flipped a random switch at the medical clinic in Guangzhou. On our first day home, when our social worker dropped by to call hello to us as we worked in our front yard, he inserted his entire upper body into her car window and started checking out the levers and switches inside. In his first week home he set off our carbon monoxide detector, accidentally set the alarm on our weather reporting station, which woke us all up at 3 AM, and flipped one switch on and off so rapidly that he blew a fuse. (This in addition to many other explorations that did not have disastrous endings.) And waiting with him in a doctor's or dentist's office near all that expensive, attractive equipment was a nightmare. He has come such a long way in this area. He is still extremely curious, and he still learns with his hands, but those are good qualities. He has now learned to (mostly) leave other people's stuff alone, or at least to ask permission first. I was so proud of him recently when he had a dentist's appointment, for which we ended up having to wait in the room with all the equipment for an hour, and the only thing he played with was pushing the buttons to adjust the chair! Okay, so I'm sure most people don't allow their teenagers to play with the electric chair, but considering everything else he could have been doing (and would have been doing back in July or August), I thought he was being a pretty good citizen.
10. Need for direction: My least favorite question these days is, "Mama, what am I going to do?" This child does not make plans for himself. He may reject every activity I suggest, but he usually leaves it up to me to do the suggesting. (And if I get fed up and refuse to suggest anything, he will either hang around me and complain or start taking something apart.) He also does not "do" hanging out in his room, and is quite self-limiting on computer time. These are very healthy qualities for the amount of time he has been in our family (and probably in general), but I have to confess there are times I wish he would just go entertain himself for a while instead of depending on me to do it!
I could have included health and school on the list of challenges, but those are pretty obvious ones that you could figure out for yourselves! Of course he has medical issues (there is at least one more besides the low vision and the cataract that I think we will need to get checked out), and of course a kid who is six years behind in school is going to take some extra thought and support to get caught up.
Blessings:
1. Trust: When I read about attachment, the first and foundational phase of attachment consists of a child learning that the world is a basically safe place, that adults are trustworthy, and that his needs will be met. Daniel has no trouble with any of this. He may still be working through aspects of some later phases of attachment, but he came to us expecting that we would keep him safe and meet his needs. He has his share of anxieties about life, but for the most part they are not traumatic for him. It is a great foundation for learning to be a family together.
2. Insight: I have said this before on this blog, but Daniel has an extraordinary ability to understand and articulate what he is feeling and why he is acting the way he does. His insights are helpful to us as his parents, since he can usually tell us what emotion he is feeling and what is going on inside, but they are also extremely helpful to him. They allow him to process the hard parts of this transition bit by bit rather than by burying everything until it explodes, and they allow him to correctly connect cause and effect rather than blaming us for problems that are coming from somewhere else. It is this quality in him, as much as anything else, that makes me picture him growing into an adult that I will be proud to be related to.
3. Acceptance and Identification: Daniel came to us totally prepared to accept us as his family and to take on our family identity. He wants to understand our values and standards, and has mostly taken them for his own. (I will be interested to see if he goes through a later stage of questioning and picking and choosing, like most adolescents do.) He wants to please us and to be one of us. And boy, if even half the stuff he has told me about the trouble he got into in the orphanage is true, I am ever so grateful that he wants to please! Because if he wanted to displease, this household would be mayhem.
4. Humor: Daniel loves to laugh, and he loves to make others laugh. Shared laughter has done wonders in growing all of our relationships. And shared laughter can defuse tensions. Best of all, laughter is fun. And it's natural to fall in love with a child when you are having fun together.
5. Communication: I am so grateful for every iota of Chinese that I speak. Every time I can answer one of Daniel's questions with information that is valuable to him; every time I can listen to a story of his life in China and remember this piece of who he is; every time I can provide for him something that he told me he needed; every time I can prepare him for something that is going to happen by telling him what to expect; every time that I can explain why we do something that seems strange to him, it builds his feeling that we are trustworthy and helpful, that we can come to understand him and he can come to understand us. And it helps us, as well, to understand where Daniel is coming from and some of what is going on inside.
6. Desire to love and be loved: Daniel should have never had to wait for a family. No child should have to wait for a family. But I am grateful that Daniel was loved by various people while he was waiting, and that he came to us fully ready to give and receive love. Yes, he is ornery, but he is also affectionate and can be very sweet. And it is easier not to get fixated on the orneriness when it is balanced out by sweetness.
7. Competence: It is just plain hard for anyone to come to a place where the language is different and all the rules have changed. It can really do a number on one's self-esteem, particularly if it isn't strong to begin with. We are grateful that Daniel brought with him some things that he is good at, even in his new environment. He is still good at singing. He has done the special music in church several times (in Chinese), and is looking forward to doing it again. His choir classmates all think he has a good voice, and he has a great relationship with his choir teacher. He is also still good at all things involving electricity. He has done a staggering number of projects around the house, many with great success, and he is always proud of himself when he is finished. And letting him work on projects with Tim is great for their relationship. He will proudly say things like, "Dad and I are both really smart when it comes to electronics!" And, Daniel is still good at helping. He used to help with a lot of things at the orphanage, and now he loves to help out at school. It just makes him feel good to be able to reconfigure a teacher's computer the way she wants it, or help the janitor collect uneaten food in the cafeteria. So even when Daniel is having one of those days where it feels like his classmates will never understand him and he will never learn multiplication, he still has some skills that make him feel competent and gain him respect.
8. Personality: I have heard the word "charismatic" used to describe Daniel more than once. His teachers say that he is a delight to have in the classroom. His vision teacher described him to me this week as "an adventure rolled up in a child." There's just something about Daniel that is hard to resist, especially when he's smiling. I forget that sometimes when he's testing limits, or being rude or demanding. But then there are the moments like when he saw an inflatable Halloween decoration in the grocery store--a ghost that went in and out of a pumpkin holding bags of brand-name candy--and started jumping up and down in the middle of the store exclaiming about how beautiful it was, and I couldn't help but respond to his delight. Some parents on an internet group I belong to were sharing how they handle parenting difficult children, and one mom said that one of the things she does is to take pictures of her children when things are going well, and look at them to remember the good times when she is going through a hard time. Daniel has given us lots of good times to reflect on.
9. Optimism: I remember hearing once that most people have a "normal" happiness setting. It may be interrupted by events that nudge their happiness level up or down, but soon enough it will settle back into its normal. I don't remember the source of that idea, but I have noticed that Daniel's "normal" setting seems to be calm and optimistic. He may get wildly excited about things like discovering that our neighbor has a video security system (I think those particular neighbors already thought we were crazy, but I'm sure they do now after watching Daniel jumping up and down in their yard while shrieking in Chinese, "I want one of those! We should get one for our house!"), or he may get angry and discouraged about struggles with learning math or a conflict with a friend at school, but give him some time to settle down and he will go ahead on with hope that things will get better.
10. Support: This last reason is not something about Daniel, but it is nonetheless a gift! We are so grateful for an extended family that welcomed our teenager unconditionally, for friends who asked searching questions, listened thoughtfully to our answers, and supported us 100%, for church family who are fine with us being "different" and who have included Daniel in his own way in everything that he can be a part of, for a school system that has embraced the challenge of educating a child unlike any other they have ever experienced, and for a social worker that we can tell anything to without worrying that she'll over or underreact. And of course, for God, whose idea I firmly believe this was in the first place. We had no idea how blessed we would be, but He knew!
Before adopting Daniel, we of course did a lot of reading and studying about what things can be like with the adoption of an older child. We are so blessed that so many things have gone well, but as with raising any child, there have also been some expected and unexpected challenges. So today I want to make a list of ten top challenges (in no particular order), and the blessings that more than make up for them.
Challenges:
1. Boundary testing: This has gotten better, but for a while I really felt like I had two four-year-olds in the house! Like the time in China when we had just finished disciplining Esther for jumping on the bed, and Daniel decided to jump on his bed! The boundaries he pushes are generally minor things, but he has made me prove over and over that when I say no I mean no. One recent afternoon he came home from school while Esther and I were playing outside and decided to join us. We had a very fun and healthy hour of playing, but in that hour I also had to correct or redirect him six times for behaviors he knew were not allowed in our household. Once every twelve minutes doesn't sound like much if you've ever parented a toddler, but the need to be on the alert for problem behavior can be tiring.
2. "Pian"ing: I'm using the Chinese word that Daniel uses because I'm really not sure what to call this in English. I define "lying" as "communicating something that is not true with the intent to deceive for one's own advantage," and that is not what Daniel does. It doesn't even qualify as the "crazy lying" that many adoptive parents report, where a child will do something in front of the parent and then deny having done it. What Daniel will do is tell me that he did something that he thinks I won't like (or failed to do something that I had required of him), and then watch my reaction. He used to routinely come home from school telling me that he had lost his jacket (when he actually had it in his backpack), or that he had thrown away his math worksheet (when in fact he had worked hard on it and brought it home). He told me that he didn't use any English in a presentation that he did for English class, when in fact he did use a few words. So I never know whether or not to believe his reports of what he did at school. To the best of my knowledge, he has never misreported someone else doing something "bad," and never lied to me in order to get out of trouble. Of course I can't confirm everything he says, either...but I'm pretty confident he is truthful in other arenas, he just likes to give me the impression that he's been naughtier than he has been. Strange, huh? Part of this "pian"ing is that he, like a couple of people in my family of origin, has a personality that enjoys "pulling someone's leg" or "getting a rise out of someone." But that doesn't account for all of it. And the rest of the reason? My best guess is that it is a safe-ish way for him to test out my reaction, to figure out what I will do when he displeases me and what actions on his part will displease me. But I really don't know.
3. Language: I know people manage to adopt older children without a language in common, but it boggles my mind that that can work! Daniel and I have adjusted well enough to each other's mode of speech that we can communicate everyday needs and wants and also have pretty deep conversations about things of emotional importance. But there are times I just get weary trying to explain something (a math concept, retirement income, governmental regulations, why we won't give him our computer password...) when I don't know half of the words I need, and I'm not sure if the words I've chosen are communicating the nuances that I intended. So there are a lot of things I would love to say to Daniel that I don't. And there are times that he wants to tell me something and I don't understand, and he gives up. And oh, yes, then there's the whole translation thing. It gets really old being asked by Daniel to translate any conversation that I have with Tim, whether or not it concerns him. Meanwhile, it gets really old for Tim having our dinner table conversation taken over by Daniel in a language Tim barely understands.
4. Rudeness: I don't think Daniel was ever taught to speak to people respectfully, nor accustomed to having people speak respectfully to him. I was rather disconcerted one day early on when I looked up a word in my dictionary that I had heard Daniel using a lot, and discovered that he had been calling me "stupid"! He hadn't been saying it with any particular malice, and after listening to him talk to his friends back in China in the same way he talked to me, I concluded that that was just the way he talked. (And he will call himself stupid as cheerfully as he will call anybody else stupid.) But it is not the way we speak to people in this household! I really do believe that one's feelings about people and about oneself can be shaped by the words one uses, and the words Daniel was using were not leading him in a good direction. We are making great progress in this area (more on that in another post, I hope), but in the meantime, there are times when I have been really happy that I am the only one who can understand him!
5. Poor boundaries: This has been a biggie. And part of it, I'm sure, is cultural confusion. China has a much, much smaller sense of personal space than the U.S. does, so there are many kinds of touching that are taboo here except for intimate relationships, but would be just fine in China. However, Daniel's issues go beyond that. If someone doesn't like how Daniel is touching them, his attitude is not that he needs to respect their wishes but that they are being too sensitive and they need to get over it already. I'm sure that was people's attitude toward his wishes when he was a kid in an orphanage. But he could get in sooooo much trouble as he grows up if he doesn't learn to respect "no!", especially when it comes to touching girls. He has already had issues at school with hugging girls who didn't want to be hugged (and hugging at school is against the rules anyway). After weeks of being understanding and making allowances, his teachers have finally started holding him accountable to the same rules as everyone else. Since he understands the rule and is quite capable of controlling himself, this is working well. He may not believe that other's boundaries are important, but he does not want detention! Not all of this issue is about hormones, either. One example from his early days home is that several times a day he would try to forcibly wrench my socks off and rub my feet. Now there's nothing wrong with offering a footrub, but it is very annoying to have a footrub forced on one! I have also been mortified on a couple of occasions when he has rubbed the bellies of some of our heavier friends, and then made hand motions indicating how impressed he is with their girth.
6. Possessiveness: Daniel really, really values my attention. This is good. But there are times, like when I can't have a short conversation with Tim without Daniel interrupting to start his own conversation, or demand a translation, that I wish he didn't want my attention so much of the time! It can also be a problem when I'm talking to someone on the phone and Daniel demands to know what's going on while I'm still in the middle of the conversation...and occasionally picks up another receiver and starts talking to me in Chinese over top of said conversation. He also monopolizes me if we go to a group function where he doesn't know anybody (although he does fine at church, where he has his own relationships with people). We have severely limited social situations like the above, but we don't want to be hermits either. And then there have been times where, say, Esther and Daniel and I were sitting on the couch and Esther put her head in my lap, so then Daniel had to put his head in my lap, and then they got into a shoving match and we ended up with nobody happy.
7. Role confusion: Daniel has had a number of female caregivers and/or mentors, several of whom he calls mama. But he still seems to have some confusion over what exactly a mama is, and how he should relate to one. There are times when he very much wants me to baby him and do the things for him that I would have done if he had come into our house in infancy. Some of those things, like helping him brush his teeth and pick out his clothes for the day, are perfectly fine and I'm happy to do them. Others are not so appropriate for his age and gender. I'd love to be able to go back in time with him, but some of those windows of opportunity have already been missed forever. And then there are the times when Daniel tries to treat me like a peer. To give one persistent (and annoying!) example, he frequently addresses me by my first name. For the last five months, unless the matter is especially urgent, I have been ignoring him until he calls me "mama" or some variation thereof, but he still hasn't given up on calling me other things. Finally, there are the many questions of how to be intimate with a mama. In families, for example, is it appropriate to wear one's underwear around the house? And how does one show physical affection? And when, as a parent, do you teach your child behavior that is appropriate to their chronological age, or allow behavior that is appropriate to their emotional stage? Trying to figure out where our own boundaries lie, and then communicate those to our son, is an ongoing challenge. And this is an issue where having Esther in the house didn't prepare us, because things that are appropriate for a four-year-old are sometimes not for an adolescent, especially when that adolescent is busy attaching to the opposite-sex parent. So we can't just teach house rules we already had, we have had to figure some out from scratch.
8. Self-image: Daniel's first month home, he drove me crazy talking about how "tiaopi" ("naughty, mischievous") he was. Many times a day he would say, "Mommy, look, I'm being naughty!" or "Mommy, I'm a really naughty kid, huh?" He seemed to take great pride in this identity. I believe that the way we talk about ourselves can become a self-fulfilling prediction, so I really worked hard not to agree with his insistence that he was "always naughty," and to find other words to use to describe him to himself. Now, he almost never talks about being "tiaopi." From time to time he will talk about how much he wants to grow up to be a good person and how he feels that he is getting a little better every day. So now the negative self-concept we are working on is "stupid." I think we have made a little progress here too, but we still have a long ways to go.
9. Into everything: One of the first rules that we had to use with Daniel, starting in China, was "If it doesn't belong to you or you don't know how it works, don't push buttons or take it apart!" In China, he grabbed a friend's cellphone to examine it and flipped a random switch at the medical clinic in Guangzhou. On our first day home, when our social worker dropped by to call hello to us as we worked in our front yard, he inserted his entire upper body into her car window and started checking out the levers and switches inside. In his first week home he set off our carbon monoxide detector, accidentally set the alarm on our weather reporting station, which woke us all up at 3 AM, and flipped one switch on and off so rapidly that he blew a fuse. (This in addition to many other explorations that did not have disastrous endings.) And waiting with him in a doctor's or dentist's office near all that expensive, attractive equipment was a nightmare. He has come such a long way in this area. He is still extremely curious, and he still learns with his hands, but those are good qualities. He has now learned to (mostly) leave other people's stuff alone, or at least to ask permission first. I was so proud of him recently when he had a dentist's appointment, for which we ended up having to wait in the room with all the equipment for an hour, and the only thing he played with was pushing the buttons to adjust the chair! Okay, so I'm sure most people don't allow their teenagers to play with the electric chair, but considering everything else he could have been doing (and would have been doing back in July or August), I thought he was being a pretty good citizen.
10. Need for direction: My least favorite question these days is, "Mama, what am I going to do?" This child does not make plans for himself. He may reject every activity I suggest, but he usually leaves it up to me to do the suggesting. (And if I get fed up and refuse to suggest anything, he will either hang around me and complain or start taking something apart.) He also does not "do" hanging out in his room, and is quite self-limiting on computer time. These are very healthy qualities for the amount of time he has been in our family (and probably in general), but I have to confess there are times I wish he would just go entertain himself for a while instead of depending on me to do it!
I could have included health and school on the list of challenges, but those are pretty obvious ones that you could figure out for yourselves! Of course he has medical issues (there is at least one more besides the low vision and the cataract that I think we will need to get checked out), and of course a kid who is six years behind in school is going to take some extra thought and support to get caught up.
Blessings:
1. Trust: When I read about attachment, the first and foundational phase of attachment consists of a child learning that the world is a basically safe place, that adults are trustworthy, and that his needs will be met. Daniel has no trouble with any of this. He may still be working through aspects of some later phases of attachment, but he came to us expecting that we would keep him safe and meet his needs. He has his share of anxieties about life, but for the most part they are not traumatic for him. It is a great foundation for learning to be a family together.
2. Insight: I have said this before on this blog, but Daniel has an extraordinary ability to understand and articulate what he is feeling and why he is acting the way he does. His insights are helpful to us as his parents, since he can usually tell us what emotion he is feeling and what is going on inside, but they are also extremely helpful to him. They allow him to process the hard parts of this transition bit by bit rather than by burying everything until it explodes, and they allow him to correctly connect cause and effect rather than blaming us for problems that are coming from somewhere else. It is this quality in him, as much as anything else, that makes me picture him growing into an adult that I will be proud to be related to.
3. Acceptance and Identification: Daniel came to us totally prepared to accept us as his family and to take on our family identity. He wants to understand our values and standards, and has mostly taken them for his own. (I will be interested to see if he goes through a later stage of questioning and picking and choosing, like most adolescents do.) He wants to please us and to be one of us. And boy, if even half the stuff he has told me about the trouble he got into in the orphanage is true, I am ever so grateful that he wants to please! Because if he wanted to displease, this household would be mayhem.
4. Humor: Daniel loves to laugh, and he loves to make others laugh. Shared laughter has done wonders in growing all of our relationships. And shared laughter can defuse tensions. Best of all, laughter is fun. And it's natural to fall in love with a child when you are having fun together.
5. Communication: I am so grateful for every iota of Chinese that I speak. Every time I can answer one of Daniel's questions with information that is valuable to him; every time I can listen to a story of his life in China and remember this piece of who he is; every time I can provide for him something that he told me he needed; every time I can prepare him for something that is going to happen by telling him what to expect; every time that I can explain why we do something that seems strange to him, it builds his feeling that we are trustworthy and helpful, that we can come to understand him and he can come to understand us. And it helps us, as well, to understand where Daniel is coming from and some of what is going on inside.
6. Desire to love and be loved: Daniel should have never had to wait for a family. No child should have to wait for a family. But I am grateful that Daniel was loved by various people while he was waiting, and that he came to us fully ready to give and receive love. Yes, he is ornery, but he is also affectionate and can be very sweet. And it is easier not to get fixated on the orneriness when it is balanced out by sweetness.
7. Competence: It is just plain hard for anyone to come to a place where the language is different and all the rules have changed. It can really do a number on one's self-esteem, particularly if it isn't strong to begin with. We are grateful that Daniel brought with him some things that he is good at, even in his new environment. He is still good at singing. He has done the special music in church several times (in Chinese), and is looking forward to doing it again. His choir classmates all think he has a good voice, and he has a great relationship with his choir teacher. He is also still good at all things involving electricity. He has done a staggering number of projects around the house, many with great success, and he is always proud of himself when he is finished. And letting him work on projects with Tim is great for their relationship. He will proudly say things like, "Dad and I are both really smart when it comes to electronics!" And, Daniel is still good at helping. He used to help with a lot of things at the orphanage, and now he loves to help out at school. It just makes him feel good to be able to reconfigure a teacher's computer the way she wants it, or help the janitor collect uneaten food in the cafeteria. So even when Daniel is having one of those days where it feels like his classmates will never understand him and he will never learn multiplication, he still has some skills that make him feel competent and gain him respect.
8. Personality: I have heard the word "charismatic" used to describe Daniel more than once. His teachers say that he is a delight to have in the classroom. His vision teacher described him to me this week as "an adventure rolled up in a child." There's just something about Daniel that is hard to resist, especially when he's smiling. I forget that sometimes when he's testing limits, or being rude or demanding. But then there are the moments like when he saw an inflatable Halloween decoration in the grocery store--a ghost that went in and out of a pumpkin holding bags of brand-name candy--and started jumping up and down in the middle of the store exclaiming about how beautiful it was, and I couldn't help but respond to his delight. Some parents on an internet group I belong to were sharing how they handle parenting difficult children, and one mom said that one of the things she does is to take pictures of her children when things are going well, and look at them to remember the good times when she is going through a hard time. Daniel has given us lots of good times to reflect on.
9. Optimism: I remember hearing once that most people have a "normal" happiness setting. It may be interrupted by events that nudge their happiness level up or down, but soon enough it will settle back into its normal. I don't remember the source of that idea, but I have noticed that Daniel's "normal" setting seems to be calm and optimistic. He may get wildly excited about things like discovering that our neighbor has a video security system (I think those particular neighbors already thought we were crazy, but I'm sure they do now after watching Daniel jumping up and down in their yard while shrieking in Chinese, "I want one of those! We should get one for our house!"), or he may get angry and discouraged about struggles with learning math or a conflict with a friend at school, but give him some time to settle down and he will go ahead on with hope that things will get better.
10. Support: This last reason is not something about Daniel, but it is nonetheless a gift! We are so grateful for an extended family that welcomed our teenager unconditionally, for friends who asked searching questions, listened thoughtfully to our answers, and supported us 100%, for church family who are fine with us being "different" and who have included Daniel in his own way in everything that he can be a part of, for a school system that has embraced the challenge of educating a child unlike any other they have ever experienced, and for a social worker that we can tell anything to without worrying that she'll over or underreact. And of course, for God, whose idea I firmly believe this was in the first place. We had no idea how blessed we would be, but He knew!
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Joy
Appropriately for the week of Advent in which our family celebrates "Joy," we had a wonderful weekend. On Friday afternoon we had our six-month post-placement visit. Daniel has been part of our family for six months today! [Note: this was written yesterday, Dec. 13, but I didn't get it published until today.] On Saturday, Tim and Daniel went shopping and had some good bonding time. The whole weekend, Daniel and Esther got along fabulously. They did not just tolerate each other, but did things together and had fun. On Sunday morning, I was on nursery duty and got to hold a baby while he feel asleep in my arms. :-) The afternoon was peaceful (it helped that Esther took a nap!). We had a church fellowship dinner that evening and I had to make dishes that were gluten and dairy-free for Tim, and that would give him enough food so that he wasn't hungry. I made three dishes and got them all done on time, and the new recipe that I tried for gluten-free dairy-free zucchini bread turned out fabulous, up there with any zucchini bread I've ever tasted! When we got to church, Daniel was invited to sit with a friend at a table full of kids, but decided he would rather sit with his family. :-) He sat down next to Tim and not me, and I actually got to enjoy a meal conversing with the adult friends across from me rather than being buttonholed by my son. (And can I just say how happy it made me to see Daniel seeking out Tim? He likes his dad, but isn't quite sure what to do with him when the situation doesn't involve handyman projects, and their bond has been slower to grow than his bond with me has.) Both kids were reasonably well behaved and social in (mostly) appropriate ways throughout the evening. Our table was assigned "Four Calling Birds" in our annual Twelve Days of Christmas sing. Daniel sang our verse in English the first eight times, and we all sang it in Chinese the last time. The confused look on our songleader's face was classic. Then Daniel had his first encounter with Santa Claus. I find Santa's presence at church mildly incongruous myself, but it's a tradition and we go along with it. So both kids received presents from Santa (that they had helped us bring from home and put under the tree at church). Daniel was hilarious. He had encountered the song "Santa Baby" at his school choir concert when another grade performed it, and so he greeted Santa with an enthusiastic "Santa Baby! Santa Cutie!" He sat on Santa's knee, grinning from ear to ear (and oh how I love that smile!) and was pleased with his gift (a color-changing nightlight) and also rather tickled at how we had hidden from him that it was going to be his. Esther was thrilled to get her present, but after she opened it she came running over to me with a huge pout on her face and said, "This isn't the one that I wanted!" Once I explained that the gymnastics shoes she has been begging for for months will be in a Christmas day present, NOT a Santa present, she decided that her no-tip bubble tub was a pretty good gift after all. After the festivities all the kids were gathered together for a photo. The photographer instructed them to say "One, Two, Three, Santa!" And my ham in the back row (that would be the taller sibling, they're both hams) yelled out, "One, Two, Three, Walmart!" Oy. I don't know if he understood the joke he was making or not, but I thought it was pretty funny.
I have no idea how or whether this video will come through to people who get this blog through e-mail (so please let me know!), but I couldn't resist leaving you with this taste of what was going on in our house on Friday afternoon. Check out how Esther is copying Daniel! And I do apologize if you end up with "Santa Baby" stuck in your head for the rest of the day, like I did.
I have no idea how or whether this video will come through to people who get this blog through e-mail (so please let me know!), but I couldn't resist leaving you with this taste of what was going on in our house on Friday afternoon. Check out how Esther is copying Daniel! And I do apologize if you end up with "Santa Baby" stuck in your head for the rest of the day, like I did.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Geography project, by request
It's a little touchy deciding what to blog about when your kid is old enough to have opinions on what they want other people to know about them, but not experienced enough to understand exactly how a blog works. I have been more frank on this blog than I am in conversations with people that we see every day, because it's read by people that either a) I would talk about these things with anyway because they are close friends or family members, or b) they are part of the community of families who adopt older kids, and this stuff is somewhat familiar and very relevant. But I didn't want to be blogging behind Daniel's back, so to speak, so I have tried to explain to him what a blog is. I told him it is kind of like QQ (the Chinese social networking site that he uses), except that people tend to write more and you can't live-chat. He thinks QQ is far superior. But he has enjoyed looking at pictures of a former orphanage friend whose family's blog I follow, and one day he suggested to me that I should put pictures of his (Daniel's) geography project on my blog! So here is the first blog post not only permitted by commissioned by Daniel.
This was his first school project ever, and it was fun to get to do it with him. The assignment was to make a relief map, in color, depicting a labeling at least 15 different geographic features. Daniel's teacher said that she would accept any number from him. He is not being graded in his class, but it was a project she thought he could do, and so she suggested it. Since he does not have experience with projects, he had no idea where to start. I helped him with it more than I would have for a middle-schooler who had grown up with me, but he did enough to "own" it and we had fun! I suggested eight geographic features, which he agreed to, sketched out the boundaries of his map, made the dough, and gave him some help in filling the map in, especially with things like building up the mountains. He did most of the filling in, and all of the painting, and practiced saying the names of the geographic features in English. His teacher and I were both thrilled with the result.
Here is the construction process:
And here is the finished map:
Daniel labeled himself, too, just in case anyone was wondering.
This was his first school project ever, and it was fun to get to do it with him. The assignment was to make a relief map, in color, depicting a labeling at least 15 different geographic features. Daniel's teacher said that she would accept any number from him. He is not being graded in his class, but it was a project she thought he could do, and so she suggested it. Since he does not have experience with projects, he had no idea where to start. I helped him with it more than I would have for a middle-schooler who had grown up with me, but he did enough to "own" it and we had fun! I suggested eight geographic features, which he agreed to, sketched out the boundaries of his map, made the dough, and gave him some help in filling the map in, especially with things like building up the mountains. He did most of the filling in, and all of the painting, and practiced saying the names of the geographic features in English. His teacher and I were both thrilled with the result.
Here is the construction process:
And here is the finished map:
Daniel labeled himself, too, just in case anyone was wondering.
And the most fun part of the project: Destroying the map when it was all over!!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Road Trip, Part 3
I am finally getting back to finishing up the story of our road trip back in...oh, October? Yeah, I'm a little behind!
That Friday night at Grace Fellowship was a really significant time for us. On Saturday morning we got up (Daniel did not want to get up!) and after a delicious breakfast with the friends who were hosting us, we headed out to the zoo to meet up with another family. The wife and I have been good friends since high-school, and their older son is one of Esther's very best friends, whom she was very sad to leave behind her when we moved. It turned out that my dear friend had a conference and couldn't come, but her husband and two boys made it.
When we got to the zoo, we arrived at just the right place and time to see two orangutans crossing the O-line. This is always one of the highlights of the zoo, and I was thrilled to have caught it! That was one of the few fun parts of my morning, though. Daniel was briefly interested in the orangutans, then wanted me to give him change to put into the vending machine. A couple of times he has put money in just to make change and gotten more out than he put in, so he was convinced he could make some money. I refused to give him my change, and he got highly irritated. I think he was already exhausted from the intensity of the couple of days before, and hadn't gotten enough sleep. I had envisioned the zoo trip as being us adults chatting and getting caught up while kids ran around and enjoyed animals, but it happened to be an unusually warm Saturday and the zoo was as crowded as I have ever seen it, so the kids had to stick close to us. And I discovered that Daniel couldn't actually see some of the animals. The half-grown lion cubs were out and were chasing each other, batting at things, and acting like playful kittens--but Daniel literally could not see them. They were only about 30 feet away, and he was using the zoom focus on our camera to try to figure out where they were. He did manage to make out the elephant later on (and I was delighted to see the new habitat!), but he was not having a particularly good time and made sure I knew it. So for me, most of the zoo trip was occupied by Daniel hanging onto my arm, voicing a steady stream of complaints, and making it very difficult for me to talk to anyone else. Tim and our friend did get caught up, and Esther loved, loved, loved seeing her good friend. They grabbed hands almost as soon as they saw each other and held hands most of the way through the zoo. Soooo cute! So we were glad we came, but sorry we couldn't show our friends the funny, friendly side of our boy. By the time we were walking back to our parking lot, he was lagging about ten steps behind me (no matter how much I slowed down!) and walking like a zombie. He and Esther both fell asleep promptly in the car.
We went straight on from the zoo to a Sichuan restaurant to meet our good Chinese friend from the night before. She treated us to a delicious lunch, which Daniel especially savored. Daniel did not have any more profound problems or observations that he wanted to share, but he did perk up and was pleasant to be with.
We had been going to try to do an afternoon activity with the friends we were staying with, but by the time we got back it was late afternoon and we ended up just hanging out at their house instead. I'm sure that was better for Daniel. There were lots of other people that we really wished we could have seen while we were in DC, but we had to accept that we couldn't see everyone in one short trip, especially not without stressing out both kids!
We had debated going to our old church on Sunday morning, or trying out a Chinese church, but decided that that would be too much for this point in time. So on Sunday morning we set out towards home. We managed to make a quick detour to see a good friend and her baby. Daniel was, once again, not his most pleasant self, but it was a short visit.
On the way home we decided to cut over to the Blue Ridge Parkway for part of our drive. It was close enough to fall that there were some beautiful leaves, while the weather was still warm and pleasant. Daniel was quite grumpy about our stops at first, and insisted that he would stay in the car. But at one stop we wanted to go for a little walk, so he decided to get out with us. At the edge of the parking lot there was a bear-proof garbage can. Daniel, naturally, noticed that the can was different from ones he has seen before and wanted to know why. I replied that it was because there were bears in the area and the can was specially made so that they can't get into it to eat garbage. He was amazed. "There are bears here? Who put them here?" (Can you tell that he's a city boy?) I explained that the bears just live here. He wanted to know what they eat. I explained that they eat lots of things that they can find in the woods, like berries from bushes or fish from a stream. Again, he was amazed. "There are fish in the stream? Who put them there?" Hmm, it seems to me that somebody needs some natural science education! He did seem to find the walk interesting and pleasant, so maybe there's still hope that we can turn him into an outdoors boy...at least a little more than he is right now!
Later we went for a walk that included a bridge over a fairly big river, and Daniel particularly enjoyed watching (and listening to!) a motorboat zooming under us. That was the stop where, when we got back in the car afterwards, we had an "incident." The kids had been picking at each other the whole drive and making both of us crazy. Esther was fueling a great deal of it, by contradicting every. single. thing. that Daniel said. (If he said, "I'm hungry," she would say, "You're not hungry." Very annoying.) So at this stop, just as Tim was getting ready to pull out of our parking spot, Esther let loose with a blood-curdling wail of anguish, which seemed to be directed at Daniel. Once she calmed down enough to talk, we discovered that it had to do with a rock. I had given her permission to keep one of the pieces of gravel that she had picked up on the walk. Daniel had seen her holding it, assumed it was not permitted in the car, and taken it upon himself to grab it from her and toss it out the door. So we retrieved the rock, suggested to Esther that using her words to tell us about a problem was preferable to shrieking, and suggested to Daniel that it would be better to tell us if he thought Esther was doing something she shouldn't rather than taking care of it himself. Argh. Helping kids who are not used to having a sibling relationship learn how to navigate one is hard! Not that sibling relationships are easy to start out with.
After that incident the rest of the trip went pretty smoothly. And by Sunday evening we arrived home with a very full and mostly good four days behind us.
That Friday night at Grace Fellowship was a really significant time for us. On Saturday morning we got up (Daniel did not want to get up!) and after a delicious breakfast with the friends who were hosting us, we headed out to the zoo to meet up with another family. The wife and I have been good friends since high-school, and their older son is one of Esther's very best friends, whom she was very sad to leave behind her when we moved. It turned out that my dear friend had a conference and couldn't come, but her husband and two boys made it.
When we got to the zoo, we arrived at just the right place and time to see two orangutans crossing the O-line. This is always one of the highlights of the zoo, and I was thrilled to have caught it! That was one of the few fun parts of my morning, though. Daniel was briefly interested in the orangutans, then wanted me to give him change to put into the vending machine. A couple of times he has put money in just to make change and gotten more out than he put in, so he was convinced he could make some money. I refused to give him my change, and he got highly irritated. I think he was already exhausted from the intensity of the couple of days before, and hadn't gotten enough sleep. I had envisioned the zoo trip as being us adults chatting and getting caught up while kids ran around and enjoyed animals, but it happened to be an unusually warm Saturday and the zoo was as crowded as I have ever seen it, so the kids had to stick close to us. And I discovered that Daniel couldn't actually see some of the animals. The half-grown lion cubs were out and were chasing each other, batting at things, and acting like playful kittens--but Daniel literally could not see them. They were only about 30 feet away, and he was using the zoom focus on our camera to try to figure out where they were. He did manage to make out the elephant later on (and I was delighted to see the new habitat!), but he was not having a particularly good time and made sure I knew it. So for me, most of the zoo trip was occupied by Daniel hanging onto my arm, voicing a steady stream of complaints, and making it very difficult for me to talk to anyone else. Tim and our friend did get caught up, and Esther loved, loved, loved seeing her good friend. They grabbed hands almost as soon as they saw each other and held hands most of the way through the zoo. Soooo cute! So we were glad we came, but sorry we couldn't show our friends the funny, friendly side of our boy. By the time we were walking back to our parking lot, he was lagging about ten steps behind me (no matter how much I slowed down!) and walking like a zombie. He and Esther both fell asleep promptly in the car.
We went straight on from the zoo to a Sichuan restaurant to meet our good Chinese friend from the night before. She treated us to a delicious lunch, which Daniel especially savored. Daniel did not have any more profound problems or observations that he wanted to share, but he did perk up and was pleasant to be with.
We had been going to try to do an afternoon activity with the friends we were staying with, but by the time we got back it was late afternoon and we ended up just hanging out at their house instead. I'm sure that was better for Daniel. There were lots of other people that we really wished we could have seen while we were in DC, but we had to accept that we couldn't see everyone in one short trip, especially not without stressing out both kids!
We had debated going to our old church on Sunday morning, or trying out a Chinese church, but decided that that would be too much for this point in time. So on Sunday morning we set out towards home. We managed to make a quick detour to see a good friend and her baby. Daniel was, once again, not his most pleasant self, but it was a short visit.
On the way home we decided to cut over to the Blue Ridge Parkway for part of our drive. It was close enough to fall that there were some beautiful leaves, while the weather was still warm and pleasant. Daniel was quite grumpy about our stops at first, and insisted that he would stay in the car. But at one stop we wanted to go for a little walk, so he decided to get out with us. At the edge of the parking lot there was a bear-proof garbage can. Daniel, naturally, noticed that the can was different from ones he has seen before and wanted to know why. I replied that it was because there were bears in the area and the can was specially made so that they can't get into it to eat garbage. He was amazed. "There are bears here? Who put them here?" (Can you tell that he's a city boy?) I explained that the bears just live here. He wanted to know what they eat. I explained that they eat lots of things that they can find in the woods, like berries from bushes or fish from a stream. Again, he was amazed. "There are fish in the stream? Who put them there?" Hmm, it seems to me that somebody needs some natural science education! He did seem to find the walk interesting and pleasant, so maybe there's still hope that we can turn him into an outdoors boy...at least a little more than he is right now!
Later we went for a walk that included a bridge over a fairly big river, and Daniel particularly enjoyed watching (and listening to!) a motorboat zooming under us. That was the stop where, when we got back in the car afterwards, we had an "incident." The kids had been picking at each other the whole drive and making both of us crazy. Esther was fueling a great deal of it, by contradicting every. single. thing. that Daniel said. (If he said, "I'm hungry," she would say, "You're not hungry." Very annoying.) So at this stop, just as Tim was getting ready to pull out of our parking spot, Esther let loose with a blood-curdling wail of anguish, which seemed to be directed at Daniel. Once she calmed down enough to talk, we discovered that it had to do with a rock. I had given her permission to keep one of the pieces of gravel that she had picked up on the walk. Daniel had seen her holding it, assumed it was not permitted in the car, and taken it upon himself to grab it from her and toss it out the door. So we retrieved the rock, suggested to Esther that using her words to tell us about a problem was preferable to shrieking, and suggested to Daniel that it would be better to tell us if he thought Esther was doing something she shouldn't rather than taking care of it himself. Argh. Helping kids who are not used to having a sibling relationship learn how to navigate one is hard! Not that sibling relationships are easy to start out with.
After that incident the rest of the trip went pretty smoothly. And by Sunday evening we arrived home with a very full and mostly good four days behind us.