Friends . . .
I want you to know how hard it is on us to say NO to you...! I know your heart is pure and kind and so giving when you want to help us with our twins. You want to love them through touch and attention. You want to give them a cheerio, because goodness sakes it a cheerio. My heart breaks though. Kebe and Shena finally realize we are not only just 'fun machines' - we are their caregivers. While in the orphanage they had caregivers and we were the fun. So when we came in to see them each day, they chose to reject the nanny and smile and reach for us. We gladly picked them up feeling so honored. Well now here we are - at home - and we are their caregivers and YOU are now the fun. I spend a lot of time fighting back tears as one of them gets hurt and wont look me in the eye to see my compassion as I hold them to my chest and they pull back trying to get down only after they are set down to reach back to me wanting comfort. We are all confused and there are lots of tears in the Kellenberger home. (mostly me)
This is a hard time. People want to come visit. I don't say no (because I want so badly to have them come, I really, really do), but then I cry because after they leave I feel empty but only because I felt like my girls wanted them more then me. I am sure its insecurities. I know its my sin and pride welling up. I hate it. BUT the feelings are real. I am not sure how to process through them. Its like a constant battle of YES and then NO and then ERRGGH...!! I want it and then I know I cant have it and it provides relief knowing I don't have to do it and yet part of me wants it and then when I want it I feel guilty. (see its emotionally draining)
So friends - if you have come and visited me. Don't think it wasnt worth it, it was! (I loved being with you, you are special to me) Its just hard. I am learning how to be less social and still having my social needs being met. Me crying isnt a sign of something intentionally bad you did - but rather feeling emotionally drained.
LASTLY - we humbly ask you to admire our Ethiopian 'princesses' by respecting our space (i say this with much love). We are the only ones that can provide their needs (i.e. change their diaper, put on their coat, feed them meals, pick them up when they want to be picked up, do their hair, give them baths, etc...etc...etc...). We know you are good willed in asking if you can hold them or help us with them. For goodness sakes have you seen us? We look like a three ring circus. I do need help :) BUT its just this season of life that we are in. Its crazy, its hard and its busy BUT its just how its going to be! So as you walk by me and you see me chasing my three year old as I am holding one of the twins as she is crying and reaching out for you to please take her so she can have fun playing with you and being admired....just smile and say HI and add on 'we love you kim and respect you (because this is what you want), so we stay here and pray for you!!' I am okay with you talking to me, please don't ignore me...! I know its hard on your end too when you don't know what is a boundary not to be crossed and what is okay to do. We can work through this together....I will be grace-filled and understanding...and I pray you as well will when we ask you to maybe not hold them or provide them with their needs being met!!
One other thing - please don't feel slighted if it appears others might seem more comfortable with the girls or me. It might be okay that they are acting comfortable (based on levels of safety and security our family has placed around us) OR it might hard on me as it is not safe and secure for us or the twins, but we don't know how to communicate the uncomfortableness to them! (in other words...its hard to say no!)
So there are my thoughts....sorry if it makes no sense. Its just been an emotional last few days of trying to process through all of this. I thought it might be therapeutic to blog all of this for my own sanity. Sorry you get to be part of it.....
Go with grace.....



Kim, thank you for sharing your whirlwind of emotion. I will be praying that your close friends, family, and church can learn together how best to "help you".
ReplyDeleteGaining the trust and attachment with the caregiver is a hard time and praise God he's given you a lifetime to do it in.
Kim
ReplyDeleteThis is the part of adoption that no one talks about. Thanks for sharing-Ill pray for you!!
Thanks for your honesty, Kim. This is tough stuff, and we're praying for you!
ReplyDeleteKim, You know we aren't there yet & still paper work pregnant; but we are praying! We have heard this is the hardest part! I'm praying that you can daily rely on 2 Cor 12:9: His grace is sufficient. I'm praying He will work miracles in the girl's hearts & heal their wounds & pour his Spirit onto them that they will be able to embrace the love that y'all reflect of Abba Father. That He will carry you. That others around you will be given an abundance of discernment and supernatural wisdom to support you. Thank you for walking this journey & being real! This is the gospel message that God reaches us in the mess and rescues us, even when we resist and try to do things our own way, even when we don't recognize our Father, even when we reach for the world instead of our Father- He never leaves us and He is constantly present. You are showing your girls that. You are that reflection of the redemption of the Cross for them! And my friend, this is warfare, so we know we are not wrestling against these precious babies; but an attack on the redemptive story. Praying for God's grace to dump truck into your home during that hard days and into every crevice of pain! And you are going to have to speak all this back to me later this year!
ReplyDeleteKim, I havent been following you guys too closely, but have thought about you a lot since adopting your girls. This is beautifully written...so heartfelt and gracious. Have u seen this post from Jen Hatmaker...http://www.jenhatmaker.com/blog/2011/11/02/how-to-be-the-village ? She talks a bit about what you are wrestling through. Prayers for you guys as u continue to journey...
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