I sold work ethic for peace, and now second guess the deal I made. If you've adopted a child who has experienced complex trauma from bouncing around in foster homes, being institutionalized or both, you know exactly what I mean. You pick your battles, and at times, you cling to sanity and let everything else fall by the wayside.
We adopted our oldest son at age 17. He had been in foster care for 8 years bouncing from home to home and school to school. His math and writing skills weren't great but he could do the work if he wanted. Only he didn't want to. It was the biggest point of contention in our family. Anytime grades, homework, class participation, etc. came up, confrontation, overreaction and a veritable windstorm of senselessness ensued.
So, we let it go. We decided that our son's emotional attachment to us was more valuable than our control over his school work. We try to parent in a sort of Love & Logic kind of way and believed that the consequences of his work ethic at school would catch up to him leaving him with two choices: dropout or work harder. He had led us to believe that dropping out was not an option for him, but we were unprepared for what was hidden behind Door #3.
He eventually graduated high school in a self-paced program that turned out to be more work than he thought. And now he's faced with college, independence and keeping a job that he is dependent upon to pay a few bills. And this will be a much harder lesson to learn as an adult without any enablers around to fall back on. I suppose that every parent goes through something like this on some level. Will they learn to budget their money? Will they get overwhelmed by debt and ask me to bail them out? Will they stick with it or give up?
At some point, as parents, we have to stop looking in the mirror for our children who are no longer children and let them do it. We have to let them see who they are and what they are made of. My increasingly wise wife is a bulwark against entitlement. So we may shed some tears for his struggles, but we won't be extending any bailouts. In the next 5 years, the mantras we incessantly chanted about work ethic, integrity, stewardship, and faith are going to echo with all the truth reality can muster.
We don't know if he'll get it together, stick with college, or keep a job. But, we move forward. We teach our kids that they can carry around their baggage if they want, or they can forgive and move forward too. And for my son and my peace, that is where we are...moving forward. He is now entitled to bear my name, be unconditionally loved by his family and work for everything he gets from here.
If I had to do it all over again, I'd do a better job of holding my son's school accountable. I'd be more proactive when my son got overwhelmed with his school work and took it out on his mom...and I'd probably still make the same deal. If you're in the midst of this, there's no such thing as a win-win. School isn't the pinnacle of achievement in life, but it's certainly a training ground for things that matter. Attachment in adoption is a goal, but it doesn't happen overnight or even in the way you expect it. So strive for work ethic and attachment, but don't presume either will come easy or that you'll find some peace if you sell one for the other. It's not a storybook ending...but then again, my son's only 20, so the story isn't even close to being over yet.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
If your house is like my house, you move at 100 mph from the minute your kids wake up until about the third time you've told them to go to sleep. My best moments of solace are found when I'm sitting on the toilet... although there's always the chance one of my kids will fight through that awkward scene in need of some attention. Each night before we send them to bed, we attempt to read something together, but we inevitably have to send half of them somewhere else due to the shortened attention spans of six children under the age of 9.
We tend to find comfort in noise. We need something to fill the air in the event that our thoughts get too loud. The busyness of life keeps us moving and feeling productive. If it's too quiet we turn on some music. When we don't like what we hear we turn on the television. Our kids reflect this. Any TV show that doesn't change scenes every 5 seconds is boring to them. They don't know how to play outside without begging for a break from mother nature to return to video gaming.
On a different night, I was explaining the importance of the Sabbath to our 8 & 9 year old daughters from a story in the Bible where Jesus healed a man. They told me they remembered the Sabbath because it's the day I lay on the couch and tell them we're not doing anything or else God will smite us. (It's true.)
I once asked a group of students what they think about when they're all alone with nothing to do sitting in the dark. Many of them said they could not remember the last time they were in that situation...and if they did they immediately turned a light on, put on some headphones and avoided the void. Some, however, responded profoundly about their thoughts about God, their own existence, their relationships and so we went on to discuss the significance of the two-way conversation between Creator and Created known as prayer.
Silence and solace aren't things we just wake up and choose to do for a few minutes... they're a discipline we practice. Sabbath was meant to be a weekly occurrence not so we could be unproductive but so we could remember and reflect. My family will probably never sit around in a circle, sing kum-bye-ya and pretend that we're then at peace with the world or anything. But, we will be intentional about embracing a silence that requires us to slow down, remember where we've been and know that God alone is God.