Monday, July 21, 2008
Oh, happy Josh, where are you?
I thought we were over this. Here I have been bragging about how wonderful we are doing. Giving advice even. Ah, the teacher gets another opportunity to be taught. I'm not claiming to be the Yoda of the Older Adopted Children's World, but I thought I had a handle on it. I thought we were over the silent treatment, the pouting, the shoulder shrugging. But, alas, it raises it's ugly head again. More importantly, I thought I was over being pissed about it. I thought I was over being hurt by it. Josh has pouted ALL day today and has not spoke one word to any of us. He sat 6 feet away from us at gymnastics with his arms crossed for 2 hours. He hid in his room as soon as we got home. Oh, happy Josh, where are you? I guess it's important for me to realize that everyone can have an off day. Everyone gets moody once in awhile. Shimellis told us that Josh used to withdraw and pull away before. In Ethiopia, when things got to be too much, he would just shut down and go into his own little world. It's not me. It's not me. It's not me. Sometimes we take so much credit for our children's happiness, that we also end up with the credit for unhappiness. Sometimes it's just a bad day. And it's not about me.