I followed a God into this story who heals and redeems, who restores
wasted years and mends broken places. This God specializes in the
Destroyed. I've seen it. I've been a part of it. . . . He sticks with us long after it is convenient or interesting.
. . . . Oh let us be a community who loves each other well. Because someone is always struggling through the "after the airport" phase.
Amazing post by an adoptive mother about parenting traumatized children.
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It's not her only great article. Thanks for linking to her, Pentimento. =)
Uh, not to make this about me... I think, but I had been pondering how my recently diagnosed and now incessantly symptomatic chronic illness might be less easy to handle (by my own devices) once the novelty wears off. Maybe sounds twisted, but there is a real possibility of that. It seemed to me that might be a similar thing to what she's getting at in the article, though I suppose "attention" of whatever kind, welcome or not, may increase if the disease becomes more obvious to others and/or more disabling over time, which wouldn't fit in with the whole airport metaphor. Anyway.
I've wondered about this with other people. Like people who've lost children or other close loved ones. If you're not at all emotionally close to them (even if you have a positive relationship for what it is), after the initial "public" mourning, how can you know when the mention of the children they've lost is a comforting acknowledgment and not intrusive? (As I've mentioned before, I have a strong reluctance to have others feel I am asking overly personal questions, and bringing up overly personal topics about their lives is similar.)
Yes, an excellent article...
While we are still pretty much in the "honeymoon stage" after our special needs adoption...
I did think, truly for the first time since holding him in my arms, on the way back from yet another doctor visit...
"why did I do this? My life would have been so easy right now...."
Concupiscence is my middle name...
Carla
www.bringinghenryhome.blogspot.com
You're lucky it's not your first name, Carla, as it is for me and so many of us. Prayers for you and your little boy.
Thank you for this link, Pentimento. There are a lot of people who will read her post and know that they are not alone.
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