The Winds of Change.

All photos on this blog are courtesy of a Nikon D3100 camera that has been gifted to the FullPlateFamil in exchange for photo credits and user reviews of accessories.  I have always used a Nikon camera, but never properly.  Thanks to some really great upgrades and proper instruction, my pictures are so much more crisp and I can capture my baby’s faces so much better, before they are no longer babies.  

For a kid from a rocky past, change is so hard.  Any kind of transition creates ripples that turn into a full blown tsunami if not dealt with properly.  I have several kids from rocky pasts.  All this week FPD and I have been tending to the little ripples before they become a tsunami.  It’s funny, not ha ha funny, just odd funny, to see how three kids from supposedly similar surroundings can react so differently to change.

–One child is overwhelmingly nervous.  She wants to know every single little thing that’s going to happen when school starts.  It has come to the point where we’re borderline perseverating, so we’ve had to stop counting days.  We’re not talking about any of it in an attempt to calm the ripples.

–One child is doing his best to shove everything way down deep.  We’re not talking about school starting with him because he flat out won’t.  Be careful, if you show even a hint of emotion, even a drop, a lot more might escape behind it, and showing anyone your human isn’t okay.  We’re counting ripples and sandbagging the shore as we wait for the storm.

–The last child is an emotional wreck.  We went to an extra session of therapy on Tuesday morning to discuss it.  She’s volatile.  We’re back to the littlest slight setting her off.  Her first grade teacher is recovering from back surgery and came to our house to make a point of telling her, in person, that she wouldn’t be at school for the first six weeks.  We were a wreck after that.  She LOST HER MIND at me over a hairstyle she thought looked “dumb.”  So we discussed transference in therapy, in a kid appropriate way, and how she probably wasn’t really upset about the hairstyle.  She looked at the therapist and said “You know what I wonder…WHY DO YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME TALK ABOUT STUFF THAT MAKES ME SAD?!?”  Oh little one.  We’re drowning a little with you.  I’m donning my life jacket.  

This is what being a mom of kids with trauma in their past is like.  I’m okay with it.  Some days are rough.  Other days, are smooth sailing.

It’s so worth it.  For now though, we brace for the storm.

who is putting on her hip waders and digging in for the long haul.  

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