This post is going to tell you what I do to myself as a foster-adoptive mother. And then you’ll know why I’m crazy. Please know that I tell myself to “chill” constantly, to stop worrying what other people think, to accept my best, that perfection is not attainable at this time, etc. But in the end, I am constantly WORRIED despite Jesus’ admonition to stop it already!
Okay, so I was going to start this another way, but I saw this post and thought, “Oh, YES!!!!”
But, quite honestly, the worst part has been the mental torment of second-guessing every move I make, every standard, every moment of discipline, because for some reason I feel like I have forgotten how to be a parent. The plethora of attachment training sessions, adoption books and doctors who seem to know more about my child than I do all feel like dozens of fingers pointing at me in condemnation.
That was written by Sara over here —> http://saraescamilla.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/quick-esca-update/
Sometimes I have this “yes!” or “yee-haw!” moment that I’m doing just fine, thank you very much. One of my children will show they’ve internalized the discipline (teaching/guiding, includes correction, of course), for example. Or there is some other progress made. The other day, Ace knocked his sister, the 9 month old(!), down. He ran and my son grabbed up the baby. I went and fussed at Ace in a “what on earth, have you lost your mind?” then “you better not ever do that again” manner. And then I threw a party. Why? Because Ace made eye contact with me the entire time I fussed at him! My other kids do that pretty naturally, only looking away if it is another behavior in their case. They could look at you no matter what you were saying, doing, or how. But Ace? Ace TRUSTED me enough to look at me. We’re bonded enough that he could do so. So obviously my fussing at him pretty strongly a few times (well, and I left him in his room too!) hasn’t caused any issue with our attachment. Or maybe it has even helped. He knows I’m not going to kill him no matter how upset I am with him. It is safe to make eye contact with me. It hasn’t always been safe to look ANYONE in the eyes EVER, but…
Anyway, but seriously, I’m sitting here wondering if I should really post that story. I mean, we all know that you’re not supposed to use a raised voice or even use “that” tone with foster children, especially those traumatized by abuse, lacking attachment, etc. And then there is the leaving him in his room for a few minutes. How dare I? Even though I know that Ace and I are just fine (thank you very much), I know there could be a lot of judgment.
But on a day to day basis, probably the worst judge of myself, is myself. I wish I could do everything perfectly. Of course, what *is* perfectly?
And really, my kids are BEAUTIFULLY behaved. Sometimes I think we’re just way too hyper about things. And then I think, well, they are so beautifully behaved *because* we’re very firm with high standards. If we relaxed (like I so often think we need to), would they be so far along? That is another thing I worry about being judged about also.
(Note: I’m aware that no one else is nearly as interested as they seem in my head. They have their own lives, too busy to worry about jugdging me! They probably aren’t *really* thinking any of the things I attribute to them.)
But any time I get onto my kids, whether a look or a quick phrase or sending them to the corner or whatever, I worry what someone else thinks. They don’t “see” the Mommy-shopping, just a charming, cute kid. They think “oh their just kids.” They may think I seem too easily irritated or wanting perfection.
And then….it goes ALL the way the other way:
PLEASE please please quit praising me regarding how well my children behave and how well I do with them! I’m a fraud!
Yes, the children are usually *very* well-behaved. This past weekend, we had the District Convention. Three full days sitting in very uncomfy seats at the convention center. I had five kids with me (the baby was at respite) plus bigs. We sat in two rows so I could be within arms length of all of them, helping them with songbooks, Bibles, “looks,” giving them crayons, whatever. The kids were AWESOMELY FANTASTIC! I took ONE kid out ONE time to fuss at him (and it was a pretty major situation that no one would have NOT addressed). In Three days, one kid, one time! *I* was amazed and so incredibly thankful.
But though some of it is that I work hard with them, some of it is just that they are pretty good kids and for my three, they’ve had almost 2½ years to learn. And then they are so much better behaved in public. It is part of being charming and cute for other people.
But mostly, I just mess up SO much of the time! Sure, I do some things very well with them. I could list some great things about my relationship with them and my parenting. But I make SO many mistakes every day. I really don’t see how these kids are doing so well with ME as a mother! So when people praise me, not just them, I feel like a fraud.
See, I really am nuts. I worry about this stuff ALL THE TIME. I want to do well by my kids and make so many mistakes. I worry about what my mistakes say about me. I worry about being judged. I judge myself something awful. And I feel like a fraud. And every day, I hope I do a little better than the day before. I keep hoping I can be half the mom my kids really deserve!