Vladik will turn 16 next month. It will be the celebration of the century, because our baby finally has a family. I can’t wait to celebrate the life of our boy. He is a warrior. He is a survivor. I can’t wait to shower him with love and attention. I can’t wait to show him with song and cake and presents and word and hugs that he is special; he is loved; he is wanted.
After 15 years of nothingness, he was CHOSEN.
Older child adoption is a tough thing. It is a scary thing. It is not something to go into without much prayer and consideration, just like with any adoption. Every adoption has the scary unknowns. Adoption is a leap of faith and there is no “easy” adoption. Adoption is just hard. Beautiful and hard. 🙂 But it’s different with older child adoption, isn’t it? You can’t erase the cold hard facts that are years and so.much.time gone by. It makes a difference.
Vladik had 15 years of life without us. He has 15 years worth of memories and trauma and pain and stress and fears, and we weren’t there. We weren’t there to comfort him. He was in a very unsafe, very traumatic, very scary place and there was no mommy and daddy to fight for him. It kills me to think of it.
Our friends at Mission to Ukraine (MTU) and Bible Orphan Ministry (BOM) have told us about what Romaniv was like when they first visited: MTU 8 years ago and BOM 10, maybe 12 years ago. Before BOM first visited there had been no outsiders ever, that we know of. The boys were like wild animals, the conditions appalling and disgusting, the staff overworked and hopeless. Romaniv looks amazing these days, compared to what was, and even today it is a place that turns sweet little boys into lifeless shells. It is a bad place today. No child should have to spend one night there. It was even worse before.
And my Vladik was there. Sent to Romaniv as a tiny, chubby-cheeked four year old, he was there before there was hope.
I got this picture in my inbox this morning from Bible Orphan Ministry. It’s from a time soon after Vladik’s transfer. Oh my baby. If only we had known you. If only we could have gotten to you sooner…
What grief. All that time lost. All that time, as his view of the world was being shaped, he was living in hell.
The grief of older child adoption can not be ignored. They have simply waited so long, and because of that, the healing is slow and tedious, and sort of like an onion. So many layers of pain and fear need to be peeled away- and they don’t come off easily. So many unhealthy learned behaviors. Survival of the fittest. In constant fight or flight- for 15 years.
I needed to see that picture today. I needed to be reminded of where Vladik came from because I can easily forget. The longer he is with us, the more I forget all the years before.
Lately he seems to have taken some steps back in his healing. We’ve seen more guarding, more anxiety, more institutional behaviors, less receptiveness to physical affection, more tears. Somehow I guess I thought we had won those battles. We were already over those mountains, and I found myself becoming impatient, not wanting to climb them again. I was growing annoyed with the institutional behaviors. I was impatient with the tears. I was less nurturing and more “buck up bucko”. 😉
Then that picture popped up. How could I have forgotten???? I mean Romaniv is always on my mind. I never forget Romaniv. My babies are there, they are always in my heart, in my thoughts, on my brain. But how could I have forgotten about all those years…all those minutes, all those moments that Vladik endured in that place? FIFTEEN YEARS. Fifteen years can not be undone in 9 months. Sure, progress can be made, but we’re talking reprogramming EVERYTHING. We are talking about starting at square one and learning anew EVERYTHING.
And in that relearning comes the beauty of older child adoption.
Redemption.
We get the honor and privilege of showing Vladik with our actions and with our words that things don’t have to be the way they were.
When you are hurt you can cry, you don’t need to laugh, because Mommy will come to you.
When you are unsure in a new situation, you don’t need to hold your ears and make loud noises to fill the space, because Mommy and Daddy are here and we will guide you.
When you have free time and you aren’t sure what you should do next, you don’t need to bang the walls or pace or rock because your brother will play basketball with you. Your sister will cuddle you and watch your favorite cartoon. Your Daddy will take you on a motorcycle ride. 🙂
When you worry about having enough food or if your body is safe or about your feet that are so different, don’t. We will always feed you. Your body will be safe even without long sleeves. You will always have socks to cover your feet.
Look what God says!
“…Behold, I am making all things new.”Revelation 21:5
“He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3
God loves our kids so much, and He is all about redemption.
In an older child adoption, we get to start over. We get to watch the redemption and we get to see our child grow from a frail, cowering little boy into a strong, outgoing teenager with a smile that lights up our world and a basketball shot that amazes us all. If you had told me 10 years ago that God would give us a 15-year-old son from a rural mental institution and he would be one of our greatest surprises, greatest treasures ever…I’m not sure I would have believed you! We are so thankful that God knows best.
If you are considering older child adoption, please don’t shy away. The battle is uphill, but the view at the top is beautiful. No child is beyond hope. No child is too far gone. After all, an older child is still just a child, and every child deserves to have a family.
These two older children are boys that I know and love with all my heart. They live where Vladik used to live. They are precious, and deserving, and they have waited too long. Would you please consider adding one of them to your family and being a part of their redemption story? Email me if you have any questions about them. PS: They are each eligible for a $10,000 adoption grant through Reece’s Rainbow!
My son, adopted at 5 years old, has been home almost three years now and although he was not nearly as old nor did he suffer nearly as much trauma, I still need to be reminded of this. After almost three years no one understands why I should be parenting him any differently than I would if he had been with me from the beginning but this hit home for me tonight: “Somehow I guess I thought we had won those battles. We were already over those mountains, and I found myself becoming impatient, not wanting to climb them again. I was growing annoyed with the institutional behaviors. I was impatient with the tears. I was less nurturing and more “buck up bucko”. ;)” I needed to be reminded that just because I can hardly remember my life without him, he almost certainly remembers his life without me and that needs to be at the foundation of my response to him. Thank you for this important post.