Adoption: The Hard Truth for Some


Many people have said to me, “Oh my goodness, you adopted!  What an amazing thing!  Your daughter must be so happy that you saved her!”

When I hear this statement and ones similar, about us saving her, or how amazing this must be for us, I cringe just a little, and realize that before we picked her up and brought her home, I too had this romantic version of adoption in my head.  I had my thoughts focused to how happy she will be that we took her from the awful situation she knew.  That she would love and hug us everyday.  That she would quickly and seamlessly integrate into our family, and never look back or have thoughts of the horrible place she came from.

Oh how reality hits, and hits like a brick sometimes.

On the day we swooped her up in our arms, we quickly realized that our story would be quite different than the others that were with us.  First, she was older, second she was more vocal.  None of which are negative, but when adopting can be difficult.  She would scream from the top of her lungs in public place that she hated us.  Because it was in Chinese, we did not know what she was saying at first, but learned from our guide.

When we brought her home, all her anger and frustrations was directed on me, which makes it difficult for the bonding to occur. I will admit to distancing myself, and diving right into work, which looking back, I have realized that was the worst decision I could have made.  Hindsight, is a wonderful thing.

But, lets fast forward five years later, to today.  You would think that all of the hate and negative behavior would be unlearned, and the statement of, “She must be so happy”, would be true on some level.  I guess maybe on some level it might be, but she is still angry.  She tells me she hates me and wishes for a different mother at least once a week.  She tells me she only loves her dad.  She tells me she is an orphan and the orphanage nannies were so much better than I could be.  This always makes me shocked, because she came from an orphanage with 2,000 kids, the pictures told of no bathing, lice, and filthy conditions.  When we got her, we quickly discovered the bruises on her body, where a cane would strike her.  She has mental bruises from sexual abuse.  She went through PTSD therapy for two years, and is going back again, since the relapse seems to be causing her little mind so much anguish.  She tries to gain control so she will not be hurt, like she has been so terribly hurt  before.  Her tantrums are not the screaming and stomping feet kind.  They are kick holes in the wall kind, they are the kind of tantrums in which she tries to let out all the hurt she feels from feeling strange and alone.  She is not happy we took her from all of her pain, because now she has to think about it, which can be worse for a little girl who fights so hard.

The comments above make me laugh loudly, because she is the one who has opened our eyes to the hard reality trauma can cause.  She is the brave one, that keeps going even when she does not want to.  She is the one that faces all her demons, and wants to love, but just cannot bring herself too.  I recently talked with a gentleman from our church who adopted a little girl from Korea in 1971.  He is now 80 years old, and his daughter is estranged.  He tries on a daily basis to get into contact with her, but she will not talk to anyone in her family.  He said looking back there were warning signs, and in the 1970s it was still taboo to talk of such things.  He looks back and thinks of all the ways he failed, but has also realized he raised a little girl who must be a good citizen because she has never needed money, which he still tries to send, he has never received a call from the police etc.  This is the way he consoles himself, and gives himself comfort that he believes she is safe.  My husband asked what his thoughts were on helping our child feel loved, and this gentlemen said something that has changed my world forever, “It is not about feeling loved, it is about helping her understand that she is secure.  The love will come after that.”

Oh, security, isn’t that what we all need?  I need to be secure as a mother, my husband needs to be secure as a father, she needs to feel secure as our daughter.  She needs to be secure in herself.  She does not even feel safe in her own mind, constantly on the verge of feeling like she will lose this “good thing” forever.  Must hurt us before she gets hurt.  You know , self preservation.

So how have I changed, that should be the real question.  I now give her baths, rock her to sleep in the rocking chair.  Rub her head, feed her food.  I know this sounds ridiculous for a nine year old, but what would you do for your baby?  How would you help your baby feel safe?  These are things, I should have done years ago.  Again with that hindsight business.  I take her to therapy, I pray with her when she gets angry, because I need that to.  I need to be just as secure that I can parent her, as she needs to be she is our daughter.

I am thankful for this older gentleman who was willing to share his story with me, but my heart breaks for him and his daughter.  His story is now the story that he tells to help others heal, even though he cannot heal.  We still have time to change our stories.  He feels like he is out of time.  He looks at me and says the next time we come over, he wants to show us pictures of his daughter.  Says he takes them out and looks at them every so often, wondering how she is.  A tear comes to his eye, and he hugs me.

What do I want to tell others who have adopted and are struggling?  What is my story?  I do not know yet.  But the man above told me his so that I would have a different one.  So that I can remember that it is so much bigger than me feeling sorry for myself.  It is about a little girl desperate for security.  Grasping for it, and it slipping from her fingers.

She is my baby, and I am her mother.

Thank you for reading this long post.

Have a wonderful day everyone,


8 thoughts on “Adoption: The Hard Truth for Some

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  1. Oh Suzy, what a heart felt, heart wrenching post. It,s never quite clear why our children grow the way they do, all we need to remember is that they are with us for a reason, Because God knows we are the best parents they could have. She is very lucky to have you guys, and you guys are amazingly blessed for all she teaches you everyday. In our cultivation, we are taught that every challenge is a gift, a chance to better ourselves as sentient beings. God must have incredible faith in all of you for putting you on the same path.

    Thank you so much for sharing. xo

    1. Thank you so much for the encouraging words. My prayer is she will grow up to know how secure and loved she is.

  2. Suzy, I was close to tears reading this. Yours is an entirely different parenting journey than most, in some ways, and just the same in others. What courage you must call upon everyday. As a survivor of abuse and PTSD, I can only say that security for me has come through acceptance from others and mindfulness on my part. Trough the years I have been healed by being able to trust a good handful of people that love me unconditionally and do not judge some of my frustrating and ultimately off the mark “self preservation” mechanisms. Clearly, your daughter already has this!!! As an adult, I have learned to practice mindfulness, so that I might have moments when I need neither to despair in the past or fear of the future. Perhaps this sharing will be of the littlest help for you. Also, I imagine you’ve come across this resource, but if not it is a good one:

    1. Thank you so much for sharing your own story, very courageous. Your story gives me hope for my daughter. Hopefully she can continue to find people in her life that love her unconditionally like you have found. I have heard of the book, but I have never read it, so thank you for the reminder.

  3. Suzy, thank you for sharing. You are the rock in which your daughter can rely on. She knows you are there for her, no matter what, and it allows her to be exactly who she is with you, which won’t always be pretty. The trauma she has experienced is so very hard to comprehend, and her own feelings about it must be so hard for her to understand. Thinking of you all as you continue to move through this journey.

    1. Thank you for your kind words. It is amazing how someone so young can have so much trauma, sometimes, we feel so incapable of helping her. But hopefully she can begin to feel safe and loved.

  4. Keep up the good work. You are doing all the right stuff. Don’t punish yourself with hindsight. Look towards the future and find confidence In all you have learned. “Love is the only house big enough for all the pain in the world.” (A C&W song – i forget the artist). Love her, pay attention to where she is – be in her point of view – and be patient – the rest will follow.

    1. Thanks for your words. So difficult to be patient sometimes! But I love how you have said to be in her point of view. Oh, that has helped me through the most difficult of times. Thank you!

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