Oh the New Year's posts I had in mind but the last few days have been . . .um . . . heartbreaking!
THe honeymoon so to speak is over.
We have had precious items of siblings broken,
toys covered with sharpie,
food stolen and hidden,
and attacks on short people.
We HAD to make some changes.
Griffen is HALF the size of Cavanaugh, and also seems to be his newest scapegoat.
THe one nice thing about Griffen being so short is we know for a fact that he is NOT the one getting into things although that is what is sibling is saying.
This was my breaking point.
(and believe me I know WHY Cav acts like he does, and truly my heart breaks for him) BUT we also have 5 other kids in the house - where one little boy is causing enough chaos for 10 people.
Although our house is large, we really lack for bedrooms.
We have 2 upstairs (besides the master). Cav shared with Brahm, and Fei had her own room, they share a Jack & Jill bathroom. Eventually the baby was to share with Fei.
Anyhow, thanks to my dear friend Sarah I was able to see the light and we changed this darling room I did right before we traveled (ugh)
Into a room complete stripped of toys, most decorations (and the babies stuff will also be moved out)
Folks, I was up at 2 am several nights in the row feeling terrible about what I had done to our family. Then I came across a
fabulous article on older adopted children who were orphanage only. By older they meant 3 - 4 year olds. It talked about a completely stripped room without stimulation.
It talked about introducing the adopted child into the family, as I read the article in the middle of the night I cried tears of such pain - I had done EVERYTHING wrong.
That is why I am bearing all our dirty laundry. If it helps jsut one person it will be worth it.
Anyhow, our house has now been turned upside down, but I do have to say that I am proud of Brahm and Fei for agreeing to share a room - in fact they were excited.
Moving everything from 2 rooms into 1 has taken some time for this disorganized momma.
But we are getting there.
The benefit's are already being seen though. THe biggest is everyone is sleeping. Before the move (and for the past year) Cav would wonder the house in the middle of the night (I didn't realize how on guard I was during the night) or get up at 5-6 am - feeling the need to wake the rest of the kids.
NOW, we have been able to lock the door of the adjoining bathroom (he still has access to the toilet) and put a baby gate in his doorway. Everyone, has been sleeping in and he plays quietly in his room with the toys he has earned back.
In addition, without a room full of toys, we have a very tangiable commodity for him.
Good behavior = a 'new' toy.
Bad behavior = removal of a toy.
In addition, it has given me a break. I can place him in his room - say when I go take a shower without fear he will hurt another child, steal, or the hundred other things he has done for the past year. In addition, because of the location of the room and the baby gate only door he is still part of the home environment versus alone.
Although he has been here a year, we are slowly reintroducing him to the concept of "family". Most importantly - and perhaps my favorite part of the article is teaching him about caring. All along we have taught about love and family. Duh, he has no concept. but caring - well do you know when you get down to the brass tacks we do a ton everyday because we care. The difference is that now I talk about what I am doing and it is because I care.
Oh mommy checks the bath water because I care - if I didn't care it would be cold
Mommy makes this because I care,
mommy gives you clean clothes and on and on and on.
I actually seem to have more time for teaching him, because I am not running after the kids trying to overt disasters or picking up the pieces. The other kids are happier because they are safe.
And I have calmed because when on 1/1/13 you decide to rearrange the house and you find THIS ~
I had thought for some time he was stealing food and hiding wrappers but couldn't find them **(and I had jsut watched him from the upper landing sitting right in this spot, looking around for his siblings to come up the stairs and hiding the stolen bar as soon as one did, the day before the room move. I had checked under the coach but the chaise part has a cover you can't see the floor and my hand didn't fit. So I didn't think there was anything there ~ Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!)
THis is jsut ONE bit we found moving that couch - now I am not naive enough to think all I found was jsut him
BUT
When you find this next to some chewed up seeds your heart breaks into a million pieces.
So please pray for us - I know he is worth our time, our effort. We so desperately want him to be part of our family, he is such an amazing kid with so much to offer the world. We desperately ache for how broken his very core is.
** And don't for a minute think this is a lack of food issue. We ALWAYS have grapes, apples, and oranges on both the kitchen table (he can reach) as well as the island.