Back To Work {Pieces of Me}

Last week I received an email that I hadn't gotten in a long, long time. Three years to be exact. A magazine, one I used to write for a lot, contacted me to write an article.

I have to say, my heart skipped a beat. 

In my former life--aka before kids--I was an editor and a freelance writer. When my Big Boy came along, I quit my job at the publishing company and became a full time freelance writer/editor.  Same job. But I could just do it from the living room. I also started writing for a magazine on a monthly basis. 

I loved every single minute of it. When my second boy came along, I balanced my interview/work schedule around naps. Thank goodness they both slept three hours every day. At the same time. It was a small miracle and I was an expert at manipulating sleep schedules.  Every night, I wrote. I worked around 30 hours a week. 

Then Princess came. 

And I immediately knew there was no way I could work. I was exhausted all the time. She never napped without me. There just wasn't enough of me to go around. So I said no to a few jobs. Then eventually people stopped calling me. 

Until last week. 

And I said yes. Because things are getting better here. Things are under control. 

I have interviews scheduled while Princess is in school. And I plan to write during her OT and speech sessions. 

Please don't get me wrong, I love being a mom. I love devoting myself to my kids. But this is a piece of me that has been dormant for so long. Even though my book, One Thousand And One Tears, just came out, it took three years to publish it! There just wasn't time. 

Finally, there's time. For a little piece of me. 

Follow Your Gut

For a long time, I knew something was wrong with the way Princess responded to every day things. Her excitement is off the charts. When I picked her up from her field trip last week, her pupils were dilated, she ran screaming down the school hallway, and even banged on classroom windows before I could catch her.

It took two hours to calm her down.

Over the years, I've gotten lots and lot of advice.

She'll grow out of it.

Try a naughty chair.

You let her get away with too much.

Take something away from her.

My kid does the same thing.

She's just really, really happy!

None of that advice sat well. I knew her behavior, as disrupting as it was and is, was out of her control.

That is until today.

Turns out, she has a sensory processing disorder. Her brain does not know how to regulate itself in transitions, especially exciting ones. She has inappropriate responses.

We start OT next week.

This isn't the first time Princess has been in OT. But no one has ever mentioned sensory issues to me. Her last OT was through the school: they taught her how to hold a pencil, cut with scissors, color. All good things.But I cannot tell you how excited I am that we finally know why she is so hyper. We finally have a plan. I am confident we are on the right track.

I cannot wait to watch her change and grow and understand her feelings. Since we met her three years ago, this protective shell that was built up around her has been coming off piece by piece. We have this amazing little girl, who simply needs some guidance as she grows. And I am so thankful I get a front row seat.

Sign Posts

When we accepted Princesses' referral, I remember feeling like God was telling us to hang on for a ride. But I also clearly felt like he would provide everything that we would need to parent this little girl.

Little did I know how much help we would need.

Princess needs OT to help regulate her emotions. She gets very high, very fast. When she's excited she'll do anything from squealing, talking at warp speed in a high pitched voice, or even wet her pants. But she can't go to just any therapist. I was looking for a very specific one: Someone who does the program How Does Your Engine Run, works with adopted kiddos, is familiar with TheraPlay and will work with our TheraPlay therapist, and takes our insurance. And I really wanted it close to home.

Mama was on a mission.

Which I completely and utterly failed. I left messages, sent emails, did everything but knock down doors. No one ever responded. I even had a referral!

Then we went to speech on Tuesday. We've been going here for three years, it is five minutes from my house, and unfortunately they don't have an OT.

That is until Tuesday. Our speech therapist introduced us to her. To say she is perfect for Princess is an understatement.

Coincidence?

I think not.

My husband reminded me of all the times God has show us his hand in Princess's life. Some are small, some are big. But each remind of of his promise to her and to us.

This week it was an OT. But it in the past it's been...

An anonymous donor who paid for her open-heart surgery in China and ultimately saved her life. When the orphanage had previously refused to get her any medical treatment.

An ENT who studied problems (like frequent infections) specifically in Asian ears. And was able to widen her ear canals to help her hear.

The only spot left in preschool, with over 50 applicants, that was given to her.

Boxes of clothes left for her on my porch. Repeatedly.

Expedited passports in China.

Ears that can hear.

A healthy heart--thanks to the donor we will never meet.

A best friend.

A kindergarten teacher who "gets" her--the good and sometimes the hard stuff.

The list goes on and on and on. And if I slow down long enough, there are so many other sign posts in her life. I pray I don't miss them.

Parenting With a Purpose {Visionary Parenting}

My husband and I took a hard look at our parenting style last night. We admitted it's mostly about survival. Getting the kids from one place to the other. Making sure they eat are safe and mostly happy. We try to squeeze family time in as much as possible.

But for the most part we are on survival mode. Some days the happiest time is bedtime.

Our Bible study started Visionary Parenting yesterday, which you can find  here. It was eye opening and sobering.

Dr. Rob Rienow starts the series off by asking what do you hope your children look like when they're 20? 40? 80?

What do you want to be the center of their lives?

What we do now, matters to them then--when we are long gone.

And then he gave us the very well-known Bible verse: Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your might. If you've ever been to Sunday School, you've probably heard that verse from Deuteronomy 6:4. But it's what comes in the verses after it that really put us in our place last night.

It goes on to command:  Keep these words...Recite them to your children and talk about them when you are at home and when you are away, and when you lie down, and when you rise. 

As in make time every single day, multiple times a day, to teach them about God. Because, frankly, all the carpools and soccer games and playdates won't really matter when they are 40 or 80. This is the stuff--their hearts--that's what really matters. That's where we should put all our time and energy.

So we started a new thing last night. We asked our kids for prayer requests. Yes, bedtime took a lot longer. Yes, I exhausted. But it was amazing what was on their little hearts, what worries them, what they think about.

We have a long way to go. But our Bible study challenged us to stop looking at the short-term day to day struggles and start focusing our long-term goals for our kids. Have you thought about your kids past today? What will they look like in 20 years? How about in 50 years? And what are you doing to help shape them?

Normal {Touching Grace}

Six months ago, we made the painful decision that Princess would undero a double Mastoidectomy.

She had suffered ear infections her entire life. She was also rapidly losing hearing.

It is not a pretty surgery. Or recovery. Six hours under the knife and almost a year for a full recovery.

There are no guarantees that hearing will be restored. In fact, it could be worse. Much worse. The main goal was to eliminate the infection near her brain with the hope of restoring some hearing.

She failed her first hearing test.

Then another.

Then another.

Last month, she had her ears completely scraped out--also traumatic--and cleaned.

Then she had another hearing test, which she failed.

She wasn't even close to the normal range.

The surgeon said it could be a million things--she wasn't really interested in the test, her ears were still swollen, or maybe, she need hearing aides.

Today we went for her fourth test. We knew if she failed this one, she'd need a hearing aid.

I watched her go into the booth. And I could hear the sounds and I watched her throw the ball in response to each ping.

The audiologist was almost giddy as she graphed her results.

"She can hear it! She can hear it! She can hear it!" She exclaimed as the pings got softer and softer.

So in the end, the Princess has completely normal hearing in her right ear. She can hear whispers and the wind blowing in the trees. Her left ear isn't as good. She is slightly below normal, which means she could not hear whispers.

But, the brain compensates for it. Isn't that amazing how God made our bodies?

As we drove home, I knew once again her little life had been touched by grace.

She has been given the gift of hearing.

And what a glorious gift it is.

Angels {Protection for the Orphans}

Probably one of the hardest things for my mommy heart is knowing that my Princess endured open heart surgery all by herself. As far as we can tell, her orphanage nanny dropped her off at the hospital then picked her up a few weeks later.

Who held her?

Who rocked her?

Who dried her tears?

I've seen this child after surgery, I know how desperately she wants and needs to be held and rocked and cuddled.

When she was in China, I specifically prayed that God would make himself known to her little heart.  I never really expected an answer to calm my heart.

But she recently drew this.









And when I asked her what it was she said her angel.

But she explained that it was no ordinary angel. No, this angel only came a few times. She told me she saw him in the operating room at Daddy's hospital when she had her surgery. But he left when we came back to sit by her in recovery.

But, she saw him for the first time when she cried in her sleep. In China. In the hospital.

He came every single night. Because he knew she was all alone. And her mommy wasn't there.

And he wasn't even scary.