My mom was the director of a daycare center for 27 years. Then she retired. For something like a week. Maybe two. And went back to work as a teacher’s aid in a public school classroom, loving on kids with various mental and physical setbacks all day.
Ask her any day “How was school?” and you’ll get a good story. And you’ll inevitably cry. Those kind of tears kids wring out of us – the kind that spill from equal parts heartache and joy.
Being there for a first laugh. For a first slide. For a first trip to the potty on his own.
A blind child laughing at the feel of sand in fingers. A child without hands eating with his toes. An abused child spewing vulgarity, writhing in hatred, hitting, hugged and held and soothed into peace and stillness again.
These are the everyday miracles worked through the child whisperer. My mom.
If compassion for kids is genetic then I certainly got mine from her. If it comes from repetitious example, she’s to thank for that too. East Texas is full of big and little people loved well by “Nonnie” over the last three and a half decades.
Add one more. Here in Tennessee.
My mom, dad, sister, two nieces and a nephew from Texas paid us a visit over the weekend. They drove all those miles to Tennessee to meet S.
“Now, mom,” I said,” I don’t know how’s going to react. He may be shy. He may run and hide. He may just be very serious. I’ve seen him do all of this with some visitors.”
“And mom,” I said, “you know we’re trying to help him understand what a mom and dad are…so Becky and I need to be the ones who do all the hugging and comforting when he gets hurt…for the time being. Just until he seems to understand that our relationship with him is unique – we’re the only mom and dad. Okay?”
She understood. And she prepared the rest of the visitors. She had the kids enter our house first, hoping that would be a less scary introduction to the crowd. She told the kids not to rush in and start hugging and playing – “let him come to you,” she’d instructed.
And they listened well.
My nieces and nephews opened the door. My sister, dad and mom bringing up the rear. I explained to S in the most soothing voice that he wasn’t going anywhere. I told him who everybody was one by one. “…and this is dad’s mom…Nonnie.”
He smiled. And off he and the just-arrived cousins ran – to play and laugh for hours. For two days.
Not a second of shyness or fear. And Nonnie even got a hug. Or three.
Why did I doubt the kid whisperer’s powers for even a second?
Wendy Webb says:
beautiful!
Teresa says:
This made me smile. One of the glimmers of S just being a kid, even in the midst of all the turmoil and adjustment. You’re finding your way, and so is S.
Kris says:
oh wow. Seriously, I love this. I am going to have to bring tissues whenever I read here, it seems I’m an easy mark, but also that your stories are just that awesome. Blessings!
Michael says:
You are so fortunate to have such an understanding family. I have a relative that hasn’t spoken more than 10 words to me in the past 2 years-all because we asked her to respect our need that my wife and I be the only ones to comfort, feed, tuck in, etc. our adopted child. She did not understand that it was not about her, rather about our daughter learning that she belongs to us. Your mom seems amazing! PS-I missed you at Creation NW. Just wasn’t the same without you.
Christine says:
Just for the record, Nonnie isn’t the only one who can tell stories about little kids that make people cry. (sniff)
Karen says:
Spectacular….and educational. Your ‘instructions’ and Michael’s comment gave me pause. I had not really stopped to think about what all was needed for bonding and teaching about family roles. THANKS for that eye opener!
Michael Patterson says:
Karen, when Daniela came home, we felt like we could hand her off to the checker at the grocery store and she would be just as happy. At the orphanage kids are starved for attention. Every time a new volunteer comes in the gate that run to be held. Then the volunteers leaves and they latch on to the next one. We found that when Daniela came home she tried to endear herself to everyone, just because she didn’t know who would be around next week. She even would ignore her family when others were around to protect herself. We learned that bonding with her parents is vital to her future ability to form lasting relationships. If she never feels that she belongs to someone, she will forever feel insecure. One of the more frustrating things to me has been the many women who would pick her up and say, “come to Grandma.” I would have to gently explain that it is important for Daniela to know who is truly her family, and who is not.
Karen says:
WOW! I knew some things but really had no idea the extent! THANKS for sharing!
whimzie says:
Wow. To echo what Karen said, these are things I never even thought about as part of the adoption/integration process.
Shaun, thank you for giving us a peek into how this whole thing works. This helps me know how to pray more specifically for my friends who are just starting the adoption journey. And for you and your family and S as he becomes part of it.
It’s a beautiful thing. Hard, but beautiful.
Lisa Smith @stretchmarkmama says:
So… wow, you look just like your mom… there is that.
Zoรซ says:
I have a friend who is now 21 who was adopted at 4 and never given anything like you’re giving S. She is unable to trust anyone (though she has come to know God) and her journey is long and difficult ๐
I thank God you and your family care and put S’s needs first. It will make such a huge difference in his life!
I am humbled by how God deals with us one by one, and here he works through you to love little S. You’re all in our prayers. These blog posts always make me think, they’re always a little breath of fresh air, a bit like when Elijah heard God, you know? Not in the storm but in the quiet whisper. Which is making me want to write another poem, so I’ll stop waffling now. Thank you! ๐
Ken Summerlin says:
Like Teresa said, this made me smile.
Karen says:
I am one of the fortunate ones who had the pleasure of your mom being there for my children! She is the best! Not only your mom, but your sister! We still tell stories about them! Your whole family is a blessing!
Lindsay says:
๐ Just that. ๐
Shanah says:
Shaun, I work with your mother and see first hand the love and compassion she has for children. She is who I want to be when I grow up. You and your sister are so blessed to have her for a mom! ๐