It’s a hodgepodge day.
Yesterday, I received a reminder of God’s perfect timing. Right in the middle of Older One’s fourth or fifth major meltdown of the weekend, I received a text. A good friend wanted to let me know that he was praying right then for peace in the boys’ hearts. Wow. It was incredibly encouraging.
It made me pause and think about the many times I feel that urge to call someone to encourage them and text them a prayer, or that I’m praying for them and don’t because I think it’s silly or that I’ll be bothering them. Yesterday was a good reminder.
We still haven’t heard anything back from the Native American nation regarding the boys’ status under ICWA, or the Indian Child Welfare Act. We also didn’t get any answers to our “what if” questions in our big meeting on Thursday. We only received the brush off “don’t worry about that.”
Today, I’m reading the news and see that an ICWA case from South Carolina is at the Supreme Court, where a decision is likely to be announced in the next few days regarding the reach and scope of ICWA. This case is different than ours, but similar enough to follow it closely.
In the case, a little girl was removed from her adoptive family AFTER finalization to be reunited with a biological father she never knew. My heart wrenches with the thought of that. But, God…
In the here and now, we’re back in tantrum city. Lovely. We find waves of these intense periods every couple of months. It’s hard to identify the triggers, but we’re getting better at working through them. The hard part is ignoring the screaming at you. “I’m just a kid.. I just want to be a happy kid!” That can be compelling, but we’re learning you have to not feed the attention monster fueling the actions.
Yesterday one of the boys decided he was done with a simple time out before it was time. The consequence? Going to his room for extended alone time (with the ability to play with whatever is up there). Just so happened that I was cleaning his bathroom at the time and was on the front row for the hysterics? My solution? Turn the hymns playlist up on my i-Phone very loud. At least he had musical accompaniment.
Waiting is incredibly hard for me. I am not a patient person. But we’re entering a long time period of waiting. I want to jump to the end. But, there’s a purpose in the waiting. As I said earlier, God’s timing is perfect.
We’re just getting started with Older One’s intensive in home therapy regime. A new school year begins in about three weeks (we’re in the year-round program) and we’ve just started new medicines for both boys. And, I’m about to start an eight-week course in childhood trauma.
So, while there’s a lot of waiting that will be taking place.. there’s certainly not a lack of things going on in our world.