I just had a parent-teacher conference with the adoptive parents of a little girl who--from the beginning of the year--has been openly sharing the fact she is adopted.
And she is sassy. And dominant. And overreactive. And resisting being nurtured, resisting vulnerability. And she tells stories that aren't true when she gets stressed out...
Last year I loaned you (Cheryl) the novel, "The Great Gilly Hopkins"--about a sixth grader in The System, having been abandoned by her birth parents.
She is sassy. And dominant. And overreactive. And resisting being nurtured, resisting vulnerability. Immediately, my student latched onto this book. I figured it would go one of two ways: shutting down, or opening up. Thank God, she's opening up. She's actually saying, "I think Gilly will (goes on to accurately predict the character's pattern...) She is like me. She wants to know why her mother left her."
Later today, this student's true father and mother sat with my coworkers and me. They explained how their little girl, for years, had dressed and cut her hair like a boy and had gone out and scrounged meals for herself and her two younger siblings. I could sense their godly love for her, not the squishy kind, but the determination and strength that this little girl so needs. The father bluntly asked us, "Is there hope?"
"How long has she been with you?"
"Three years."
"Oh yes," I said, emphatically, not knowing how I knew, but I did.
So I am thinking this afternoon, taking out my empathic heart, feeling this girl at age eight, such brutal lessons: I must take care of myself, not just myself but the younger ones, too, and I'm so not ready... And I thought of those of you jammed into the same place at age eight or so. "Care for the widows and orphans." |