“I have the best idea,” my daughter exclaimed. “We can go shopping!”
Panic struck me. No Way. Get out of this situation. Think of something fast.
“Please, please, please,” my daughter begged. “It’ll be a mommy and daughter day.”
My mind raced over past experiences: The time she frenzied over a gazillion clothes. The time she cried and insulted me because she didn’t get what she wanted. The time she had a meltdown and refused to leave the store.
“I’ll even bring my own money,” she pleaded.
My heart pounded but the desperate desire in her eyes softened my will.
“Okay. Fine. We’ll go.” I dreaded the outing but resolved to be proactive and to use some strategies from a book titled The Connected Child. They worked.
Here are the strategies and how I used them: Continue reading “4 Proactive Strategies to Help with Outings”
I slumped in my chair as I listened to the doctor speak. “Your daughter’s unpredictable behaviours and social difficulties will reappear once she returns to a mainstream classroom……There’s no point in making a referral for her Fetal Alcohol Effects. Her brain is impaired and can’t be fixed…..Your daughter isn’t a candidate for effective ADHD medications due to her Tourette’s.” Then came the blow: “There’s nothing more I can do for her.”
A cloud of gloom threatened to envelop me. The weight of despair was ready to consume me. The bleak future the doctor painted could have easily left me feeling hopeless. But I couldn’t let it. I fought back.
Continue reading “How to Find Hope Beyond Labels and Doctors”
“Guess what?” my daughter exclaimed to her neighbourhood friends who were playing outside.
“What?” they asked.
“My guinea pig is pregnant!”
The girls squealed and dashed to our home to see the latest development.
My heart sank. Another lie.
Continue reading “A 3-Step Strategy to Deal with Lying”
I remember the day well. Our third family therapist in three years greeted me and my husband with a smile as she led us into her office. I forced a smile back but my frowns, crinkled above my nose, likely betrayed my true thoughts. Will you be the magic one who can help us make our adopted daughter behave?
Reality sunk in over time: There are no perfect solutions or cookie-cutter strategies. Every day is different, every situation is different, and behaviour issues change.
As parents, we are in this for the long haul. So how can we fight the good fight? Here are some thoughts based on 2 Timothy 2:3-6. Continue reading “3 Ways to Fight the Good Fight”
I thought my nine-year old daughter and I were in a good space.
“Mommy. Watch me do my gymnastics.”
I “ooohed” and “aaahed” as I watched her twirl and twist her body in ways I could only imagine doing. She soaked up my attention and beamed. Our half hour together felt blissful. But then, her mood changed. Continue reading “The Role of Compassion in Attachment”
“Count to 40,” my daughter hollered to her older brother. Then she turned her attention to me.
“Mommy. Mommy. Where should I hide?”
“Right here,” I said. Her eyes lit up and she squeezed her skinny 9-year-old body into the kitchen cupboard.
Footsteps came thumping down the stairs. “I’m going to find you,” her brother teased.
Giggles emerged from the kitchen cupboard.
“Aha. Got you,” he declared.
My daughter grinned from ear to ear. “My turn to count,” she squealed, and the game continued.
Whether it’s my 13 or 14-year-old son playing this game with their sister, it always delights. Nothing warms my heart more than seeing my children happy and getting along. I’ve worked tirelessly to achieve moments of harmony between my biological sons and my adopted daughter. It’s been a struggle, but I’ve learned some lessons along the way. They include: Continue reading “5 Tips to Bring Out the Joy Between Biological and Adopted Children”
I switched schools in fourth grade. Nervous excitement consumed me on the first day. I wondered, What will the kids be like? Will they be nice? Will I make a friend?
Meeting my adopted daughter’s paternal grandmother reminded me of that day. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and my mind raced. What will Grandma be like? Will she be nice? Will we connect? Continue reading “6 Tips for Navigating Openness in Relationships”
Twas the night before Mother’s Day, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
My pillow was plumped in my bed over there,
In hopes that my children would treat me with care.
Continue reading “A Hidden Mother’s Day Gift”
My husband and I adopted our daughter with the best intentions. My heart swells with love. Because that’s who I am, I naturally wanted to shower her with goodness, kindness and acceptance. So why, then, did I so often land in a pit of despair? Continue reading “Patience and 3 Corresponding Strategies to Diffuse Emotions”
My children are my prized possession, so when my husband and I adopted our six-year-old daughter two years ago, I grappled with my boys’ intense jealousy and anger. At ages 10 and 11, they seemed okay with the adoption until its permanency became real. Continue reading “Our Biological Children’s Journey With Adoption”