Monthly Archives: June 2012

MeiMei Mellows Out

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Meimei is having an amazing summer. She stopped stomping her feet, unfolded her arms and went somewhat willingly to gymnastics class today (Daddy and I told the kids they each would have to take a summer physical activity class in addition to swimming this summer). All three ended up in gymnastics. That trend began with TJ. His occupational therapist recommended gymnastics as a way to work on several of his muscular and motor planning issues. We took the easy way out when he protested and told him the teacher required it. Special Counsel TJ went straight to the teacher and challenged her, Her came home to report he did not have to take gymnastics because the teacher had “sugGESTed it, Mama! She only sugGESTed it!”

TJ’s class starts Thursday.

Jiejie’s will be on Mondays.

And today, Memei absolutely loved hers.

She was in a wonderful mood when I came home. We agreed to make cupcakes as her special treat for being brave enough to go to class. She has said no vociferously to any classes for a long time since her traumatic experience in Bubble Babies class before she was talking. She has repeated the story several times now about how scary it was to go under water when they sang “Ring Around the Rosy.”

“I couldn’t say that I was scared, Mama,” she would say, melting my heart to the point that she would get her way once again and escape whatever activity was at hand.

After we made cupcakes, Meimei wanted to wash the dishes, and so she did, the step stool barely making her tall enough to see over the edge of the sink. She had her own method, cold water only, but what she lacked in bacteria-killing she made up for with elbow grease. The spatula has never been so clean.

Bedtime Story

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TJ was quite chatty the other night at bedtime. It was a Sunday, and we were trying to crank the kids down after the weekend because school was still in session.

“Mom?”

“TJ?”

“Mom?”

“TJ?” (OK, he likes to do that about 15 times in a row)

“Mom, what would happen if a lady had a baby she didn’t want so she gaveit  to an old lady who was 90 or something and then that lady died? What would happen to the boy?”

Whoa.

I explained that first of all, every mother loved her child, even when she was not able to care for or raise the child herself. He was so matter of fact about unwanted babies being handed over to other people. Then I talked about adoption and how generally 90-year-olds were not considered great prospects as parents and that, in fact, Mom and Dad had to go through a lot, fill out papers, have physical exams, get their fingerprints done several times, write letters, make plans for each child and spend a lot of money and a lot of time waiting to be deemed good enough parents to adopt each of our kids.

Dad suggested that since it was hours past bedtime perhaps we could postpone the rest of the conversation. I didn’t think we should miss the moment. Dad suggested in a whisper that perhaps I was sucker for a  manipulative kid trying to eke out a few more minutes of chatting.

I ignored Dad and explained to TJ that some of his classmates were being raised by their grandparents but that most grandparents were not 90 years old. I assured him we weren’t 90 years old and weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, and that we were his forever parents and no one would be given away.

He seemed satisfied and went to sleep, leaving us wondering where those thoughts came from and if any of them were part of the story he brought with him but i so careful not to tell.

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Hanging on a Christmas stocking nail on the mantel.

Things Mom Found While Cleaning Up Today

The Hand (a Latex Glove) by Jiejie
Two Christmas Stockings From South-Pole Santa by TJ
One Tub Noise Putty (In South-Pole Santa Stocking) Ownership Under Debate
Stack of CD Clamshell Cases Glued Together With Chocolate Milk
Meimei’s ‘Checks’ (Actually Oblong Notepads)
Marshmallow Fluff (Everywhere; Thanks for the Banana Split Idea, Daddy)
Magenta Moonsand (Everywhere but in the Marshmallow Fluff)
One Pillow Made of and Filled With Paper
Three Balls of Newspaper Covered With Week-Old, Still-Damp Papier Mâché
One Cosmetic Bag From EVA Airlines Containing Mini Sand Dollar in a Bottle

Around the House: A List

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TJ Sets His Alarm for 3:47 A.M.,              

Found atop TJ’s chest of drawers.

Buries It in Bottom

Of Rubbermaid Bin Stack

 
 
Meimei Won’t Stop

Singing ‘Simple Gifts

 
 
Papier Mache-Covered Family Room:

HGTV Would Never Believe It

 
 

Meimei Says: I Wish I Had My Real Mom

To Play With Me. My China Mom.

 
 

That Smell in TJ’s Room Is an Egg He Is Trying to Incubate;

So Much for the Chat About Fertilization

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What’s in a Word?

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ASIA, the agency we used for our third adoption, has a new program for older and special needs kids. It’s not quite clear how this differs from Hope’s Journey or Special Focus, or whether it includes the children in those programs. All I know is that the kids in ASIA’s blog posts about the agency’s trip to China are adorable and make you think, is there room for one more?

Some of these children are quite young. Those old enough to speak were interviewed about what they wanted in a family. They all agreed they wanted to be adopted.

Of course that was the case in the video of TJ taken when the agency representatives traveled to China to meet and evaluate the children in his group. But how many of them really understood the word “adoption” and the enormous distance and even more frightening change it would entail for them?

Eighteen months ago today we arrived in Guangzhou to meet TJ. He was frightened, tearful, angry, obstinate, prone to shut down, sit down and stay put, unmoving and screaming, at the worst possible moments. During the months that have passed, we have all had some trying moments — O.K. trying days and weeks, to be honest. Jiejie and Meimei had to make a lot of adjustments. So did Mom and Dad.

But no one has had to adapt and rise to challenges more than TJ has. Always a negotiator and wheeler-dealer, TJ seems to have a future in one of the “talking professions.” And his English vocabulary is soaring. He was truly astonished by the rainbow he saw and photographed on Sunday. Wide-eyed and open mouthed, he was glued to the rainbow until the last pillar of the spectrum ha faded and his Jiejie announced that the rainbow ended at Ikea, and perhaps that was our pot of gold.

TJ, however, reverently pronounced the rainbow “hilarious,” one of his new words, along with “weirdo,” seemingly reserved for me, and “jealous.”  When I asked what that meant, he said, “nervous.” And when I asked what “nervous” meant, he said “when you don’t want to do something.” And now, everyting is “lame,” but at least he knows how to spell it.

His teachers say it’s great that he is being adventurous with words, especially because he needs to work on being able to tell a story, in writing. I am hoping that soon he will tell us a little more of his story, now that he is stockpiling an arsenal of words to use. He still uses Chinese grammar and syntax sometimes, but more and more, he gets a whole sentence out  sounding like you average American boy.

At a recent meeting with his teaching team, one specialist noted that, for his age and maturity she was surprised he did not know the names of common foods, including steak and sweet potatoes. We really don’t eat steak, and sweet potatoes are kind of a rare item except for a ceremonial appearance on Thanksgiving, and alas pizza was not on the list, but of course that was not the point.

Yes, TJ is older than his peers in school, but no, he is not mature, although he is maturing. He fits right in with kids two years younger, at this point, and of course his experience generally does not compare well with that of classmates his age who have grown up in this country. It did not seem  so strange to me that a child of his background did not have an encyclopedic knowledge of American food, or even one that rivaled that average first-grader’s.

Later, the teacher stopped me and asked what I meant when I used the word “orphanage” about TJ. Was that an orphanage in this country, she asked? (Do we still have orphanages in this country? Note to self:  E-mail Newt Gingrich.)

It seems TJ had stumped the panel and the reading specialist had not guessed that one reason for his deficits might be that he did not grow up here, or in a family, or speaking English. Not that I think stumping the panel is a good thing, necessarily … but, as TJ would say, hilarious.