For the first year of her life, her future was unclear. She was being transported to visitations with her biological parents and we were being visited by case workers who would hold her and talk to her because, well, that was their job. Meanwhile, I died a little inside everytime someone took her away or held her without asking because she wasn’t really mine. As anyone who has fostered or adopted knows, it’s a strange feeling to care for a child, feel in your heart that they are yours, and then be reminded that you have no rights to her. It sucks.
It also sucked for Lizzie. She was very comfortable with us, but was quick to clam up around others. She was hesitant around other family members and it took her a really long time to warm up to a person.
I think it can go one of two ways with a child. When a child is exposed to many different people, a child can be comfortable in groups and willing to talk to people. Or you could end up like Lizzie.
Every week when Lizzie would come back from her visit, it was like she was a different child. She wouldn’t smile, she wouldn’t play, she was like a zombie. It would take a couple hours before she would start to seem like herself again. I could be accused of imagining it, but others saw it too. Brian’s theory is that she was in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people and she just shut down and figured if she was just quiet, it would be over soon.
Whatever her reason, it was sad. I worried so much about the effects that the visitations were having on her. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for older kids who have more of an understanding of what’s going on. Although, I understood the reason for the visits and respect that there is a system and it needs to be used; I just wanted my baby to be ok.
Now, three years later, 2 years after she officially became ours, I worry that she’s not.
When Lizzie turned three this year, we enrolled her in preschool.
|Not so sure|
We thought it was important to get her socialized. I wasn’t worried about her learning her numbers and letters, etc, because, you see, my Lizzie is a genuis. 🙂 But, there is no doubt that she’s a genuis who is too shy to talk, too stubborn to talk, and too mistrusting of strangers to talk. I don’t know which factor is strongest in her mentaility. All I know is, it’s January and I was called into the director’s office because the school is worried that she still hasn’t made a connection with them and won’t use her words. As someone who has been held captive by one of Lizzie’s run-on sentences, I know she knows how to use her words. But, it would seem that Brian’s theory still holds true. She is in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people so she she just shuts down and figures if she’s just quiet, it will be over soon. Of course, she’s been going to the school since September with the same teachers and classmates, but apparently that doesn’t impress Lizzie much. Because, like I said, she’s stuborn.
But, I can see that she’s made progress. She’s friendlier to random people in grocery stores because when you have a family like mine, random people in grocery stores talk to you. She’s more comfortable with extended family and is clinging to me less when we’re at big family functions. She was always comfortabe at home, so her current silly heart status at home remains unchanged.
|Making a mess and some sand art|
But, send her to school and she zips her lip. There are moments that I would kill for her to zip her lip at home. I’m not sure they are appreciating what they have….;)
At first, I found it slightly amusing how she would start talking as soon as we got off the school grounds. It is so much like me. I spent most of my school years saving up all my thoughts for my mom. At school, I said nothing, I was painfully shy. Once I got home, I would trap my mom on the couch and share all the thoughts with her that I didn’t share all day. My poor mother. But, she was a trooper and sat and listened to them all.
This is why I wasn’t too worried about Lizzie at first. I know from being shy and no one was going to convince me not to be shy unless I was ready, which turned out to be when I was about 33. But, on the flip side, I missed so much and I don’t want that for her.
When I talked to the school again, a few days later, I realized that they weren’t as concerned that Lizzie wasn’t communicating, it was more that they were concerned that Lizzie wasn’t communicating because she didn’t completely understand. I was given an example of Lizzie picking up a marker when she asked her to pick up a crayon. Well, I know, without a doubt, that Lizzie knows the difference between a marker and a crayon. And, she probably just preferred a marker. This “out of the box” thinking will help her in the real world, but in school, it will get her in trouble or worse. It could cause people to think she has cognitive issues. I stood there, trying to find the balance between insisting she understands and expressing my appreciation that they are paying attention. Because I really do appreciate it.
So, I spent the weekend with a little girl who knows so many things about the world that I can’t even keep up. With a little girl who believes (quite accurately) that she is in charge of all of us. Who laughs a lot. Talks a lot. And, has the silliest heart that I have ever encountered. She is also shy, stubborn, and afraid that bad things can happen if she trusts an adult who is not us. I don’t know how to help her. I know that she has improved. I know that she is happy, but I want her to be happier.
As I look at her now, watching Antwan play xbox, periodically telling him to press the “b” button with no idea what that might do; I have to believe that she’ll be ok. Will she always be shy? I hope not, because it is no fun. Will she always be stubborn? Probably because she’s too stubborn not to be. Will she always be mistrustful of strangers? Maybe, but I really hope that gets better.
The same day that I talked to the director, I came home feeling worried and angsty. Then I heard Lizzie giggling from the kitchen. I looked over and saw her standing there…. mooning me. She laughed and asked “Mommy, do you like my butt?”
One thing is for sure, it’s not going to be boring.
|Putting together her own outfits!|