Building Resilience

This weekend Girl went to her cousins for the weekend with her grandparents, I was a bit apprehensive about it, she hasn’t had a sleepover with her grandparents for ages because every time she had one she came home and bullied Boy so we put a stop to it.

Well, The Hubster’s mum and dad kept asking if they could take Girl with them to her cousin’s house for the weekend for a birthday celebration, it’s about 90 minutes drive away. Initially, after the other week’s behaviour I said she could only go if she was behaving herself in the run up. My thoughts were that it probably doesn’t pay to keep saying no to everything, she has to learn to cope with situations but it’s the not coping with it that made me apprehensive not whether she was behaving well enough,  Girl does need to be in the right head-space to cope, behaviour is an indication of where she is inside.

Now, I must add that before Christmas the cousins came this way and they all had a sleepover at Girl’s grandparents house. The next day Girl was inconsolable after they went and for a few days after she was snappy and irritable declaring it was because she was missing her cousins.

After much thought I decided to let her go this weekend because above everything else I thought it would be fun for her. Well it was fun by all accounts, they went to see The Lego Movie for her cousin’s Birthday but while they were on the way home the cousins mum commented on Facebook how quiet and well behaved she was and I just thought uh-oh. Quiet is a bad sign. I wasn’t at all surprised at well behaved, just like at school, Girl will behave perfectly appropriately where she is not feeling confident.

Well, they arrived home about 6pm last night, Girl was pale and also very tired from not sleeping well, after milk and toast we sent her to bed at her usual time of 7.15pm, I fought the urge to keep her up, school next day and she looked so tired. Suddenly she was inconsolable again, she said she was missing her cousin and I guess (though she would never say it) probably confused with missing us and the routine of home too.

More than anything I wish these things weren’t so difficult for her, as I guess as many adoptive parents do. It’s always a tough decision, I know she will enjoy herself to a certain extent but sending her somewhere she doesn’t feel confident, feels anxious, is it worth the heartache afterwards? Loss and separation is such a big part of our kid’s lives.  Also, I don’t want to be the mum who stopped her from doing and trying stuff, I think it’s a recipe for later resentment.

I think the key is that she might have been upset when she got home but it’s building resilience, she will feel more confident next time she goes and even more so the time after that. We straight away got back into normal routine, however hard that was for her to accept and we know the next few days she might feel a bit sad, fingers crossed that the sadness doesn’t escalate into bigger feelings that we know she feels.

A Family Divided

As a family we have always enjoyed going out, even before the kids I enjoyed going out with my husband; walks, seaside, museums, cities, we had a thirst to discover the world and new places. It’s becoming increasingly apparent though that one of our family hates going out with a passion, unless it’s soft play (urgh) or a theme park (expensive).

I don’t know how we fit this need for staying at home into our family life without dividing the family. Even when we weren’t going far we always enjoyed making the most of the local area, particularly Girl, she loves nothing more than a walk in the woods, den building, dam building, puddle sploshing, sledging, football and a picnic or cafe for lunch. There are local places that are firm favourites that she will visit again and again and again. Unfortunately all the places that Girl likes, Boy hates. To take Girl to these places we either all go together and listen to boy having tantrums and whinging about going home or just one of us takes her out or the alternative is that we leave Boy with grandparents. All of these options are unsatisfactory. Boy needs our time as much as Girl and I think it’s important to do things as a family.

Boy enjoying his scooterI am hoping that as Boy gets older there will be more room for negotiation but at the minute it feels that the older he gets the more adamant he is about the things he is willing  to do or not to. This morning I have tried taking him out with no pressure of Girl bossing him around, it’s a beautiful sunny day and Boy seemed to be enjoying himself with his scooter but after 10 minutes the tantrum arrived so we came home, I am just thankful that it was just him and me, it always breaks my heart to cut short a walk when Girl is with us, try as we might there is no cajoling Boy into enjoying himself outdoors and his mood spoils the mood for Girl even if we do stay.

Make and Mend

It’s International Day at Girl’s school today, this took me a bit by surprise this year. We have had an issue this school year with Girl not bringing letters home so we missed the newsletter with the date of International Day, then Tuesday of this week (nothing like a bit of notice) a text from the school ‘Your child’s class is Norway, don’t worry about dressing up as there will be activities’. I didn’t click it was International Day, something the kids ALWAYS dress up for, I just thought it was a school project. It was only when chatting to another mum on the playground yesterday morning I realised I needed to sort out an outfit. I could have followed the text and not worried about it but that would have put Girl in the position of ‘the one who’s mum didn’t bother’. Not on your nelly!

Our effort for International day

Our effort for International day

So after hunting for a Viking outfit during the day yesterday and coming up with nothing I took Girl to Hobby Craft. First we visited Asda for a white t-shirt as I had an idea and on walking in the door a woolly hat, scarf and glove set in Nordic design right in front of us and even better, in the sale! Perfect, it was like it was handed to me on a plate but it wasn’t enough. We bought the white t-shirt then proceeded to the haberdashery area in Hobby Craft. My little tomboy always struggles to hold in her inner girl in the haberdashery. We decided to make a flag for her t-shirt, I was thinking simple fabric paint, Girl had other ideas.  First Girl suggested I make the flag using marabou. Marabou, I ask you!!! That was a definite no from me, I would not have known where to start! We agreed on sparkly. So with ribbon, sequins and sparkly material we headed home.

Over the top for school? Maybe. I could have dressed her in red, white & blue as the teacher suggested but International Day is something we have always made a bit of effort for, as do most of the other children. Four hours later, the t-shirt was finished. This morning before I was even out of bed Girl came running up the stairs, wrapped up in her new woollies and wearing her t-shirt, grinning from ear-to-ear. Girl always appreciates somebody taking time and doing something special for her (as do we all).

It’s the making of the t-shirt that mended our relationship.

An uncertain future

I haven’t blogged for a while, life has been hectic, particularly since starting my degree course but last week I told myself, you WILL blog next week. What I didn’t intend or foresee was for my first blog post back to be a negative one.

When we adopted Girl one of the things that delayed her adoption was the fact that she faced an ‘uncertain future’. The social workers and panel seemed to like this phrase. It would very definitely describe the way that things are feeling at the moment.

We got through Christmas and Boxing Day, the kids were of course manic but we knew they would be and steeled ourselves for it. There were a few incidents before Christmas which were dealt with but Christmas Day itself was relaxed, we kept the day to ourselves, my parents came round for an hour in the morning but the rest of the day was our own, we have learned from experience how Christmas needs to be.

However, things started to change for the worse after Boxing Day, fighting, squabbling,wildness. Both kids in the house together is difficult, Boy has his own difficulties which we are dealing with at the moment. I found projects to entertain them, took them out but despite my best efforts Girl was on a downward spiral and it culminated on Sunday night with me taking the brunt of it, I was kicked, punched and bit for over an hour. I have bruises on my arms, legs and chest, scratches all over and a still have a stiff neck that I can only assume resulted from being punched in the face as the ache started about an hour after the episode. My Girl is strong.

I can deal with this, bruises heal. What I am struggling to deal with is what it means for Girl and us as a family. I know what the signals are, I did notice them but had faith that Girl would eventually open up to me as she often does nowadays and would not revisit her violent past. The thing that scares me is that she seemed fully in control, she wanted to hurt me and she knew how to. Each blow was dealt with precision, when I calmly told her to calm herself down and control her temper she coldly and calmy told ‘I am in control, I want hurt you, I hate you.’ This left me spiralling. Life has moved on for Girl, it’s like it never happened but I am still reeling even now on Wednesday morning.

I worry that our future is indeed very uncertain, that Girl is still capable of great harm that and she will never be in the position to trust us 100% and actually even more than that is that I think we will always be a target for her feelings. I know (hope) it’s not me that she hates, its how she feels that she hates but who else can she project that on to? Certainly not her friends or teacher because her attachment to them is uncertain, friends can walk away and not come back.

There are things that drive me mad, attachment-y stuff like treating the house with an element of disdain, lying, not looking after her belongings, never clearing away after herself, having  little thought for others in her actions, always wanting control over everything and doing the very bare minimum for anybody else, in summary her self-centred attachment disorder behaviour.

It makes me want to build a high wall around my heart to protect myself but if I build the wall I suppose I will never see the flowers either. (That was a cheesy end, eh?)

Control & Food

Food is a funny issue in our house, an issue experienced by many adoptive families. Boy uses the food as a tool for control but also has sensory issues around food so from one day to the next we cannot predict what he will eat, if anything. It’s something we are just getting on with and not making too much fuss of.

With Girl even now we still have the negotiations about what she is allowed to leave on her plate, usually she will want to leave roughly two forkfuls of food however much we put on the plate. Two forkfuls of food doesn’t sound like a lot but if we had put three forkfuls of food on her plate she would still negotiate to leave them so it’s not the amount she is leaving that’s the issue; it’s the desire to negotiate about leaving some.Granted it’s not every day but lately we have noticed a new pattern of ravenously hungry Girl.

The first time she was ravenous was at nanny’s  house, they were serving up SpagBol. Girl likes the spaghetti but has never been so keen on the meat, I usually leave it out and do a tomato and basil sauce instead but this time she ate serving after serving after serving. I was surprised, it was unusual. That is I was surprised until I got home and realised she had not eaten her lunch, she would have eaten anything. For lunch she had eaten some cheese spaghetti, a Frube and just barely a quarter of a sandwich and none of the fruit supplied so by the time she got to nanny’s house for tea she was ravenously hungry because on a day of PE a bit of cheese, a frube and quarter of a sandwich is not enough for a girl as active as Girl, the Girl who runs everywhere.

It’s a pattern that is starting to develop and grow. We have frequent occurrences of her not eating her lunch and being ravenous when she finishes school. When I ask why she has not eaten her sandwich she has ‘accidentally dropped it on the floor’. Girl is a messy eater, has dyspraxic tendencies but at home she has rarely dropped her sandwich on the floor, at school she seems to be doing it all the time. She always eats the sweet yoghurt and the cheese, more often lately she leaves the fruit and Girl loves fruit. She knows I have no control over what she does at school, that she can eat just the sugary yoghurt and the cheese and get away with it.

Our other routine is that every morning Girl has her cereal and then she likes to eat something else like a piece of toast or a crumpet. A routine she has had from foster care.  The last few mornings she hasn’t wanted the second item, this morning she ate two spoons of Shreddies then said she didn’t want anything else. She looks tired but I’m pretty sure she is not ill, I think there is something else going on that is making her go back to using food as control. I told her that I am worried that two spoons of shreddies is not enough, that food is her fuel to make her brain work and concentrate but I can’t force her to eat.

It sounds like not a lot to worry about but sometimes it’s the little things that are completely out of character  for a girl that likes routine and the familiar that give the biggest signals and since returning to school there have been a lot of these little signs of something being not quite right. I guess the best thing I can do is not make too much of an issue of it but I worry about her lack of concentration in class because of hunger when she is already struggling at school anyway.

The Behaviours

It’s been a bad day and this is one of those hammering it out on my keyboard before I have a nervous breakdown sort of posts but somehow it is sort of important to me to write it all down and think about what happened, why and what I can possibly do about it. I don’t expect you to actually read it, I just need to get it out of my head before I go to bed or I will not sleep well. This sort of day is one of the reasons why I started the blog in the first place, my counsellor thought it was a marvellous idea!

Often at a weekend we have a full range of activities planned but after the summer holiday extravaganza of going out nearly every day I decided it was time to pull back a little, have one day out and one day in, I can’t cope with being out all of the time and the house is suffering for it, little jobs getting ignored, the grass growing too long in the garden. Our family therapist seemed to think that by going out all the time we are just running from the issues (I call it diverting and winning the battle without it being a battle but ho-hum you say tomato, etc).

So far the day in does not really go very well at all, we have not had one where it hasn’t ended up in tears from one of them, both of them or me…or well if I’m honest all of us together, me usually hiding out in the bathroom having a little self-indulgent snivel, it’s cathartic to let it out i tell myself.

Every morning when Boy gets up the trouble begins, the fighting, the demands, the boisterous behaviour. On a school day the behaviour disappears as soon as Girl is out of sight. On a day-out day we strap them in their car seats and let them run it off somewhere, yesterday was the seaside, I’m not saying day out days are perfect but they are better. On a day-in day there is no getting away from it, Boy wants to be centre of everybody’s attention…and so does Girl. Battle commences.

So what happened today? Well, Boy was in one of his worse demanding moods, “I want this, I want that” and a lot of world is ending noises when his demands are either not met or not met straightaway (“I’m hungry”, “ok lunch is cooking”, that sort of thing) and Girl has been up and down herself recently, hard to read. We have had the full gamut of attachmenty behaviours from both of them today and I will tell you about the worst ones (far too many to tell you everything, it would be like trying to write War and Peace in one sitting).

Girl started the day being obsessive and weird about her new object of desire, a dreamcatcher. In theory it’s a lovely concept but bad dreams and nightmares are already a bit of an issue for Girl, it’s a subject she likes to talk about a lot so an object that makes her think about nightmares even more is not ideal for us. They have been studying dreamcatchers at school and immediately Girl started fretting because she did not have one and was sure to have nightmares. In truth I don’t actually know whether she has that many nightmares, certainly not night-terrors, she sleeps like the dead once she is gone and rarely rouses. This morning Girl brought down the dreamcatcher that nanny gave her to shake the dreams out in the garden, there was an object in the way of the back door that I had put there the previous night. It was easy to move but needed two hands. Girl went into panic mode, using two hands would mean that she had to let go of the dreamcatcher for a nanosecond. You could see her start to hyperventilate. I explained that she needed to put it down for a moment, I was busy and she did accept what I was telling her but she didn’t particularly like it. She spent the next five minutes vigorously shaking the dreamcatcher outside and then she spent ten minutes messing with it and handling it and broke it. If Girl has a new object of desire it’s very, very hard for her to put it down, it’s almost like she is terrified of the object not being in her hands (don’t get me started on the new glasses case that she spent a full 48 hours opening and snapping closed and took to bed with her).

Boy has spent the entire day blaming Girl for every little thing that has gone wrong such as when playing with a favourite car (most of the day) and the wheels kept falling off it was Girl’s fault, every time, even when she wasn’t in the room.

Girl has spent the day playing passive-aggressively (or accidentally she calls it when she rams her toy car into Boy’s leg because she was accidentally going too fast and accidentally rammed him or when she trips over him then stands on his foot for 15 seconds longer than necessary, ”I accidentally tripped over him and then I accidentally stood on his foot’. Hmmm and you didn’t think to get off when he was screaming and then you followed by saying “what’s the matter? what’s up” as if it was a complete surprise that he is screaming the house down?).

Then we have the competition. It’s not just competition for attention, it’s competition with each other. I took them both to Sainsbury’s to choose their Halloween outfits while they have a clothes offer on (more fool me). I thought it would be fun and a good diversion. I also had a tiny bit of shopping to do, literally just coffee, bread and veg. “They’ll be fine, I’ll be fine, it’ll be fun” I told The Hubster when I outlined my plan, he looked at me dubiously. Forward thinking I told them they had to have different outfits, they would end up squabbling if they had the same masks or accessories, somehow identical items cause the unholiest of rows between them.

Now Girl is very, very indecisive and maybe I should have done this without her but I always like an opportunity for her to have free choice. Boy chose very quickly. Pirate Skeleton. Girl howled in dismay, that’s what she wanted, I honestly think that whatever Boy had chosen was what she would have wanted. She had already eyed up Ninja Skeleton and Dracula so I told her she had to choose one of those. She grudgingly chose Ninja Skeleton then walked round the supermarket sulking, not understanding why she couldn’t have the same as Boy (I didn’t tell her the truth, I just said I didn’t want the outfits to get mix-muddled in the wash, believe me, this sulk was nothing on identical-item-arguments).

So to continue, I say walked, what actually happened is that both Boy and Girl spent the few minutes that we were in the supermarket pushing and jostling to be the one walking in front and this despite the fact that I had told them over and over they at the very least had to walk by me because their jostling kept putting them in the line of the trolley and other people’s trollies. In the end I had to tell them off, in the middle of Sainsburys and threatened to return the outfits if they kept jostling. They just about managed to behave until I got to the checkout then started leaping around in front of people’s trollies while I was bag packing. My diversion was not going well.

We arrived home to more leaping around. I set the living room as a quiet area, I had planned to take some portrait photos with my new studio equipment (that the Hubster had kindly set up for me while I was out) so considering the size of our living room and the size of the light stands, leaping around was an absolute no-no. Both kids were told that if they wanted to help me they needed to be calm, it’s asking a lot of young kids but Girl took it on board and really enjoyed posing for some photos. Boy used it as an opportunity to play up to my camera, lots of noise and shouting (but thankfully not too much leaping). We had a lot of squabbling about who’s turn it was to have photo’s. A lot of competing for attention when it was the other one’s turn but I managed to take a whopping 268 test photos and only one tantrum which I left for hubby to deal with. They then squabbled and fought over who was helping pack away, there was plenty for both of them but they still managed to fight for the whole time.

I then decided to put on a film, Boy wanted Underdog, Girl didn’t. My dad had bought some new dvds round for them earlier in the week, one of them something like the new Planes film but older. They both agreed on that so we put it on. Girl then had a proper toddler-like tantrum because she had already seen it before and it was too babyish (oh the irony). I decided to change the film (it was babyish, I could see). Boy was not amused but I knew he would like the other choice too so he had a bit of a tantrum too but soon got engrossed in the new film (but kept telling me it was rubbish).

Boy does not usually watch a full film so he went off to sit on the Hubster’s lap while he was on the computer and he then went to play with his tool bench. Five minutes later the film finished and Girl went and stood by The Hubster to see what he was doing on the computer and that’s when it happened. Boy flew into a rage, screaming at Girl, hitting The Hubster. I went in to try and sort it out as The Hubster and Girl were sort of cornered and the tantrum continued, kicking, hitting, spitting. I tried a time-out, I tried a time-in. In the end to keep him safe as we somehow ended up in the kitchen where the dinner was cooking (it’s sort of open plan) I hauled him into the utility room where I sat on the floor, shut the door behind me and just let him get it out of his system. He screamed, he hit, he kicked, he scratched, he told me he didn’t like me but to me at least he was safe, he could come to no harm in there. I remained calm. I tried lots of diverting like counting and showing him the measure marks on the wall and eventually he let me hold him. He cried like a 4-month old (proper waaah-waaahs) for a long 10 minutes but no tears. Just noise, lots and lots of baby crying noise. I rocked him and kissed him and spoke to him. I told him once he was calm and he told me he was ready he could leave the room and say sorry to Daddy. It took a long time for him to say he was ready, I think he was sorry earlier than he said but just needed to be rocked and babied a little more.

So all this rage just from Girl standing by The Hubster. I have spent all day giving Boy attention and getting him involved in whatever I was doing, I couldn’t not really considering the attention (attachment?) seeking behaviour but still he has this fear of being unloved or whatever madness is passing through his young brain.

So that’s it, the full gamut of behaviours and I only told you about the worst of it!

Adoption – The Missing Year

When I adopted both Boy and Girl they were at a similar development age where they could be somewhat independent. Both could walk, neither could talk really but there was some communication there (usually in the form of screaming the word no, what a joy that was), they could both feed themselves in a fashion. They could make choices and try and assert a lot of control. In other words they could get by without mommy doing every single thing for them, they could be independent, not for everything but enough to be able to keep mummy and daddy at an arms distance should they so choose.

We all know with attachment-y stuff that those first years are crucial but today it really hit home how different my kids would probably be if I could have been the one to do that first year of growing with them. The cuddling, the rocking, the soothing, the spoon feeding, the nursing, the bum wiping, the teething gel applying, the knee bouncing, the encouraging, the discovering and most importantly the bonding and attaching. Oh, I got to do some of it but not enough of it and more importantly not when it mattered the most, in that first year.

I’ll try and explain what I mean.  I have been with my friend and her 10 month old twin girls and for once I had neither of my kids with me so I was able to step in when she needed help. One of her girls was very clingy and tired so she needed a lot of help with the other and while I was smearing on teething gel and rocking the grumpy, teething baby back into smiling, happy baby it occurred to me how completely and utterly dependent this little baby was and how accepting she was of me comforting her and really, overall how trusting and easy she was to please. It also occurred to me how it was easy to move about the house with her constantly attached to me, head on my shoulder or cradled in my arms, the constant and accepted contact.

Providing this completely dependant care for such a young baby is an utterly unique experience that I did not get to have with my children, Boy was achieving all his development goals early so at 15 months did not need to be quite so reliant on mummy and Girl didn’t really want it from me for a long time, she had to accept it but often not without a fight.

My friend’s babies are five months younger than Boy was when he first came home and next week my friend returns to work full time. She has no choice about it, she is dreading it and my heart goes out to her and the twins, the separation is going to be heart-wrenching for all of them, they have been with their mummy every day for 10 months and before that of course they were part of her for 9 months, they are wholly devoted to her. Importantly they are going to be cared for during the day by people they know and trust (the grandparents) in familiar surroundings and every day mummy and daddy will come home, care for them, love them, play with them, encourage them and then at the end of the day tuck them up safe in their own beds where they can gaze at their belongings, smell the familiar smells, listen to the usual hum of the house as they gently drift into slumber.

Compare that to our own children’s experience. Both my children were removed from birth, both had totally different experiences of foster care. Boy had plenty of cuddles and the sort of care that any baby should expect, perhaps with a little more distance than a mother would give her own child and Girl it seems did not. Both have attachment issues and when you really think about it is it any wonder? Whatever their experience in that first year, their trust in what they knew the world to be was shattered when they were placed for adoption. I cannot even begin to imagine somebody ripping my friends babies from her and placing them in a different family but that is exactly the experience my own children have had and when you see babies with trust and devotion for their parents it really wrenches the heart that my children had to endure such a traumatic experience at such a young age, that their trust in the world is so diminished.

I Had a Friend

When I was about 12 years old a new girl joined our tutor class at school. I was drawn to her, she was fun, she was cheeky, she was tall and lanky, she had a laugh like a hyena and she was quite unlike anyone I had ever met before. We instantly became good friends, the best of friends. She lived with her grandmother, her mother lived elsewhere but she had a good relationship with her mum, they were more like friends and I thought her leather-jacketed, chain-smoking, vodka drinking, spiky haired mum to be rather cool, a whole world away from my own parents with their rules and boring suburban lifestyle.  It took me a long time to realise that her home life was not quite as it seemed.

My friend had a lot of uncles. On sleepovers at her mums when we were older I was introduced to a seedier side of life that I did not have any comprehension of, I took things at face value, it was onl later I started putting the pieces together. Uncles came and went. We were given free-reign to do as we pleased. I can remember being outdoors late at night with young girls hammering on doors in area you would not walk alone in, throwing stones at windows and running. I was always scared, it never felt right and I never joined in except for running. Knock-a-door run was never my cup of tea but I was with my mate and she was cool and I didn’t want her to think me boring and what choice did I have, I didn’t know the area we were in and was too far from home.

Where I was in awe of my friend’s boundary-free, uber-cool, have what you want lifestyle, my friend hankered after a bit of what I had. My mum was a Sunday tea kind of parent. Sandwiches, jelly and ice-cream, coleslaw, crisps and cheese. My friend always had an open invitation to Sunday Tea, later in life my mum told me that my friend had her that she wished she had a mum that did that for her.

When we left school, we kept in touch sporadically, our lives went in different ways but one day after bumping into my friend in Dorothy Perkins where she held a job she invited me to the flat that she shared with her mum, so when she finished work my boyfriend  and I (later to be The Hubster) accompanied her home. What I saw in that flat shocked me to the core and will never leave me.

My friend’s mum had a belt fastened tightly around her arm, there was drug paraphernalia everywhere and a lot of to-ing and fro-ing of pretty much all the people that lived on the same floor. This was where the council put all the problem families. My friend’s mum was pleased to see me but commented I had put on weight. I don’t know why that stuck in my mind, maybe it was the mundaneness of the conversation against the sheer horror of seeing your friends mum shooting up.

I did not see my friend for a long, long time after that. Sometimes I wish that I had been there for her a bit more. The next time I saw my friend she had just left prison, she turned up on my doorstep. Her life, unsurprisingly had followed a similar path to her mums. We chatted like we had never been apart, she asked for help overnight with her cat, somebody was supposed to be taking care of it but wasn’t, I took the cat in. We spent some more time together, she borrowed some videos from me I never saw her again until a couple of years ago. I suspected that the videos were sold to feed her habit. I heard that she went into prison again.

With the advent of Facebook my friend got in touch and we bumped into each other a couple of times briefly. She had turned her life around. She had a really good job, was married and had a house, a barn conversion that I can only dream of owning. I was so happy for my friend. About the same time as I adopted Girl my friend gave birth to twins and we promised to get together for coffee, it wasn’t so easy to do at the time as we both suddenly had our hands full. We kept in touch via Facebook and then she disappeared.

The point of me telling you all this is it’s too easy to take a dim view of drug addicts and really the sort of people who our children are taken into care from. My friend’s story of turning her life around is probably quite unusual but she did it despite adversity and I am so proud of her for that. She was never a bad person, her home life had her in it’s grips, there was never really any hope for her life to go any other way unless she stopped seeing her mum. It’s unbelievably tragic that a couple of years ago my friend died from Cancer leaving her babies and her new life behind her.

Girl’s birth mum has recently had another baby and despite the emotional knock on effect it is bound to have on Girl and her sisters, the inevitable questions that are going to arise, I really truly hope that my friend’s life was not so rare that it can’t happen again.

Parents aka The Management

Recently I am feeling less and less of a parent and more and more of a manager or referee. From the minute we get up in the morning we are having to manage the kids just to get through the day, currently we are having to instil more and more rules and regulations, perform spot-checks on hand washing and teeth-brushing  because if we don’t things end up chaotic and disorganised and things don’t get done. Life is fairly rigid, the same tune played day in, day out.

For actual play we have had to resort to using a timer to stop the bickering and fighting. It works pretty well but really it’s not much fun is it that play has to be so regimented?  However the kids love our timer, it’s a traffic light timer with a hooter, very good for children with learning or behavioural difficulties such as Attachment Disorder or Autism. I have also found it useful to help Girl to know what is an appropriate time for getting ready for school in the morning, green for you have plenty of time, amber for you should really be eating your breakfast by now and red for ok this is beyond a joke now, seriously, an hour to get dressed? You get the picture.

The return to school has seen a slide in Girl’s behaviour to the point where she is starting to play up at bedtime again, a phase we had long since gotten past. For now I have taken away all bedtime privileges like staying up later than Boy until she can show me that she can be trusted to behave at bedtime and throughout the day. I think she listened and took it in but it was with a defiant stare, I think she was a bit embarrassed about her last meltdown, which is good. At times she is getting cheeky, rude, bossy and argumentative and the lies are tripping off the tongue far too easily so the boundaries have tightened again, I hope for not too long because we really were at a good point with Girl and it’s a shame to see her slip so easily back into bad habits.

Back to Routines

It’s been a mixed week. The house has been quiet at points and I have managed to get some housework done but neither child has coped brilliantly well with Girl’s return to school. Although Girl has enjoyed points of her first week like meeting the new headmaster she has been quiet about other aspects, she had a falling out with her best friend which she will not tell us about and got stabbed with a pencil by the boy who started to make her life hell at the end of last year, she has already gone back to taking a long time getting ready for school which is not a good sign but other than that she is behaving ‘normally’. Her teacher called us in for a meeting yesterday to see how she is settling in and I told her it’s too early to say how she is settling in.

As for Boy, where do I start? The first day of Girl returning was lovely, he played nicely and was chatty and responsive. The minute we stood on the playground to collect Girl after school he started to get silly, he started hitting me and trying to bite my bum and pulling and tugging at my fingers, literally swinging off me, he got manic and wild and didn’t stop till bedtime. As the week has progressed his behaviour has taken a downward turn to the point where one day he totally refused to eat, he cries at any little thing and won’t do as he is told, he is constantly acting silly and chattering inanely for attention, just repeating the same things over and over again just for something to say. It’s heartbreaking.

Before Girl returned to school I said I would miss her, that I didn’t want her to go back. Well obviously Boy feels those things too but combined with the lack of understanding in the change of routine again and his age not being able to work out why he feels that way. For him it’s all about separation and anxiety, for life being all mixed up again. I also wonder if the return to school for Girl reminds him subconsciously of when he was first adopted? That was during summer holidays too and the return to school for Girl then was very difficult for Boy. It surely must stir up some emotions on a subconscious level. I always think that the return to school after the summer holidays is different to any other, it always seem’s like a new, fresh beginning and maybe the change from a summer of high activity to mundane every day life has triggered a memory for him.

These are the points where I feel a bit helpless because there is not much I can do, just be there and understand, sometimes it feels as if it’s not enough for them, particularly Boy at the minute. I think Girl understands now that she can talk to me and eventually she will. It’s just a waiting game for Boy to settle into the new school year routine.

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