Jordany continues to grow like a weed. He's full of life and energy and only stops talking when he's asleep. He's a little sponge absorbing everything and anything around him...some good, some not so good (haha!).
Kindergarten started this week for him, though. He had three half days and will start full time next week. It's been a while since my house was quiet! I stood and listened to the silence. We forget what silence "sounds" like. It's nice for me to have a break from the constant activity. Being a mom to 5 kids is so rewarding, but also very exhausting, not to mention being a 46 year old mom to a 5 year old! I get tired fast...much faster than when the 4 teens were little. I have to adjust and regroup and try to find some rest (and perspective) in between.
In some of that quiet time I remembered how smart 5 year olds are. Jordany needed to learn a 5 digit code to type in a keypad to buy his lunch at school. My skeptical side said, "there's no way he can learn this"... He learned it in under 10 minutes. He can punch it in himself and he can recite it at will. Amazing to me, but, then again, Jordany is always amazing me.
Sometimes I stare at him while he's playing, and I think I'm in a dream. Is he really here? How can I be a mom of a 5 year old? Have we actually started over? The answers are, of course, "yes", but the reality is that it's surreal. The process of bringing him home took so long. I sometimes just can't believe he's here in the flesh playing on my floor, making his cars jump and his "guys" talk...immersed in imagination and happy.
He and I see an adoption therapist a few times a month. We do what's called "theraplay". Theraplay is actually learning to "play" with your child but with a purpose. It may be that Jordany needs to get out some angry energy. So, he may squish and scrunch sheets of tin foil together to make a ball which helps to release endorphins. Using large muscle groups is important, and we may do a three-legged race or play "Row, Row, Row You're Boat" on the floor, feet pressed together, hands locked and rocking back and forth. Other activities are calming...taking baby powder and a tiny paintbrush and "painting" the palm of his hand to uncover the unique lines that make up his hand or putting lotion on his skin encouraging soft and gentle touch. All of the activities are designed to help him learn to regulate...find an appropriate way to exert extra energy or an option for a calming down...to bring him back from going too far in one direction.
Interestingly, we all need regulation. Crushing up tin foil feels good. Pushing against an object with our feet helps release tension. Rubbing in lotion is calming. Painting with baby powder is soft and relaxing. Jordany thinks we are just having fun and playing...and we are...but we are also learning a lot about each other and are helping one another as we grow together. Theraplay is fun and challenging. It takes a lot of energy, but is important to Jordany's growth, and in the long run, it helps the whole family.
Regardless of the language challenges, the difficulties in teaching him what to say and what not to say, the tantrums over no more popsicles or losing the race, Jordany continues to evolve into a beautiful child. He's always been special. He's always been ours. We love him so dearly and our family wouldn't be complete without him. Thank God he's home and that seeing him playing on the floor is not a figment of my imagination. He's really here. He's really growing and changing and developing. It's a miracle. He's a miracle.
Despite some of the things that "we wish he didn't know or say," this miracle boy is tender and sweet, and he's learned plenty that we are proud of. The other day, he and I went to church, just the two of us. After service, we got in the car, and he said, "Thanks for taking me to church Mom." I then took him for a Sonic treat, and he said, "Thanks for the Sonic Mom." After breakfast, lunch and dinner he says, "Thank you for my breakfast (or whatever the meal) Mom." Thank you's go a long way, and every time he says "thank you", I take a deep breath and thank God. Saying "thank you" is underrated and underused. I cherish the words.
He may not know how much he's grown or how much he absorbs, but it doesn't go unnoticed. One of my favorite is when he throws his little brown arm around my waist and says, "So happy together." Yes, Jordany, we are indeed so happy together!