Linking up with Lisa-Jo and the FMF girl’s. One word, 5 minutes, no edits.
Sometimes being a parent royally sucks. Sometimes it’s all you can do to make another&J while you siphon down another pot of coffee. Some days you feel like the diagnosis is your life. The attachment issues take control and there is nothing you can do to survive the rage other than hold on and pray. Some days the attitude, lies and manipulation are so far beyond what you can even comprehend , that you don’t know if you’ll make it to the next day.
Each of these things are true. Each of these scenarios ring true in the hearts and lives of adoptive parents everywhere. But we find it hard to speak out. It is so difficult to be transparent and honest when we as women and mothers are so deeply competitive. I can see the rage building in my child, and I catch the looks from other parents as it evolves. You know it’s true, the kid throwing the tantrum at the table next to you, and your first thought is “someone isn’t parenting well.” Right? Right. I’ll be honest, I’ve been that girl. The one who thought all misbehaviour could be solved with some better discipline. But the truth is that’s not always the case. The truth is that sometimes kids come to us damaged, broken, fighting their own demons so fiercely that all we can do is stand back and wait for the tidal storm to calm.
Sometimes the only truth that matters is that when it all comes down to it, tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow the teacher will have had a respite. Tomorrow things can start again. Tomorrow there may be peace.