If I met "HER", would she be proud?

About 7 months ago, I woke up from a dream that has since changed my life as an adoptive mom to Amay.....I woke up in a panic...scared, confused, and not sure of what to make of it.....As many of you know, my struggles with Amay for the first year home with him had a lot to do with my attachment to him.  I often felt that i didn't love him the way he loved me and often felt short of being everything he expected me to be...sometimes I felt that i wasn't ready to be his mom....and wasn't ready for all the changes that came with Amay...his moods, his behaviors, his extreme need for love and attention...and of course, i wasn't truly ready for a third child who would not only be my third child, but he would be my middle child who happened  to only be 9 months younger than my oldest...so i wasn't ready to have "twins"....and as many of you know, life as i knew it fell apart the year Amay came home to me....and the chaos, and stress, and depression, and often anger became my new normal......FAST FORWARD....to now...almost 2 years since Amay has been home....after lots of therapy, thinking, crying, loving, and just accepting our new normal, we have become a functional family....and I finally feel that I am the mom that Amay needs and wants.  I no longer have the insecurity of feeling that I am not enough or that i am not giving enough.....

So, going back to my dream...7 months ago, i dreamt that I met Amay's biological mother....and though I know that is a very slim possibility, I dreamt it....and she came to me in my dream and only asked me one question "Did you love my son the way I love him?"......and my one year of therapy and security and all that has come crashing down on me and that one question has haunted me....because though it is easy to say that you love a child to best of your ability, it is hard to say that you have loved him with perfection...so i wonder if this feeling of "not loving enough" will ever go away...because i feel that I am in constant competition with the "other woman"....and it is silly when i write my thoughts down on this blog....and sometimes scary to be so vulnerable...but i need to know if other moms feel this way...because i know with my biological kids that nobody can love them the way i love them...a year ago, i would have known that i didn't love him the way "she" would have loved him...but now, almost two years later, i love him with all my heart and soul...i love him so much....but do i love him the way 'she' would have loved him?  How do you fight biology?.I love him like i love my biological kids, but i don't know if even that is enough......Needless to say, i am back to struggling and sometimes feeling depressed because this question haunts me so much that sometimes i feel that the world is watching me....and I am in a constant struggle trying to explain my love for Amay to the world...and sometimes i feel that people are judging and watching me....for things that i might say or do to Amay...but the world doesn't know why I say or do what I say, because the world doesn't see the struggles we as a family see.....So, why do we monitor his food...why do we put him to sleep earlier than the other kids, why do we control him more......the world doesn't know that Amay has food issues, or that if he doesn't get his sleep he becomes emotional to the point where he will start hitting me, or they don't know the little things about him that may trigger him to become physical or emotional.....and though i didn't care what the world thought, lately, i have become consumed by it...i feel that people want to see me love him with perfection...because that is what his "biological" mom would have done....I have become consumed by what people think about me as an adoptive mom..sometimes I even feel that I have to make sure that I am always in control of Amay and his behaviors because my worst fear is that one day, when i am not around, somebody will yell at him about something...so i am constantly trying to keep him away from adults and others who might find some of his behaviors inapproriate....Though the Indian community has, for the most part, been very supportive of our adoption...I have come across some very ignorant people that have said some very mean things about my son....some people have questioned his caste, or where he comes from..questioned our adoption...questioned who he will be when he grows up and if he will truly ever love us.....yes, sometimes the Indian community can me ignorant and mean.....and with that, i feel that I am trying to keep Amay away from the entire world to prevent him coming across people that will hurt him..Is that how his "biological" mom would have loved him?....or am I preventing him from being himself only because of my fears of the world...and sometimes I put him in a bubble just so nobody can hurt him....but he doesn't want to live in a bubble...he wants to be a kid...but i am constantly watching him and reprimanding him because of my own fears..I am afraid..sometimes i want to go to a world where it is just me and Amay...where nobody can hurt him and nobody can question me.......for some reason, if somebody said something mean to my two biological kids, i would probably just ignore it...but if somebody says something about Amay, my heart sinks and I fall apart..not for the day, but i fall apart for months....because I often feel that when I am not around, somebody might hurt his little heart by saying something cruel....and to be his "perfect" mom, i need to make sure he never gets hurt so that one day...If I met "HER".... she would say she was proud of the way I loved OUR son....!

"Half" way there.....

On February 23, I ran my first Half Marathon at Disney World in honor of orphans around the world in support of an organization called Health for Orphans.  Specifically, I ran for 2 adopted kids, Baby R and Noah.  (You can read more about these beautiful children on my previous blog).  I would like to take this time to thank all my family and friends who supported me and this wonderful cause with their prayers and donations.  The two families are truly grateful for your thoughts.

So, everybody has been asking me about how things have been going at the Mehta household and how our Disney trip went.  Needless to say, the Half Marathon was one of the best experiences I've ever had.  People always say that adoption is not a sprint, rather it is a Marathon.  And so, as i ran my first half marathon, i realized that my adoption journey was very much a marathon.  The first couple of miles (or months) I was pumped to find out what the experience was all about.  So I left the group that I was running with--Health for Orphans--and went out running without really pacing myself, only to find myself out of breath and alone without the support I had coming into the race.  Very much like adoption, where I spent a lot of time learning and "training" from parents who were in the adoption journey.  It felt good to have the support and know that they were there when you needed them.  But as time went on and my son came home to me, I felt alone in the whole process and didn't know where I was headed and who I could turn to.  Everybody was moving a lot faster than I was and seemed more "experienced" at parenting (or running) than I was.  And though everybody told me that adoption was not a sprint, i felt like i was running fast.  Perhaps running away from all the issues and insecurities that came with adoption.  The Half Marathon became easier once I found my pace and the confidence knowing that "I could do this".  And adoption, too, becomes easier as time goes on.  You find that you aren't so bad at parenting.  And sometimes you need to give yourself a "walk break".    And that everybody "runs" differently.  There were times during the half marathon that i wanted to just throw my hands up in the air and give up....I was tired... I didn't want to run anymore because i didn't know where i was headed...and more importantly, i was afraid to fail.  And it was times like this that I needed to know that there was a bigger purpose....I needed the text from my husband that came just in time....."Keep running, the kids are at the finish line cheering for you"....and it reminded me that this is my purpose.  My kids, our kids, the world's kids.....this is our purpose in running for a cause...running for orphans...running for adoption...and though we are afraid to fail our adopted children, they need us to finish what we started..to love them to care for them, and to be their "forever"..  Along the way, i found so many people cheering us on......and as others empowered me, i felt like i empowered others.....and as i passed the finish line, i saw my three beautiful children and my amazing husband.  I received my Half Marathon medal, and it felt good.  The entire day felt good.  As do my nights with adoption when i have finished a long day with my son.  But the next morning after my half marathon, i woke up thinking "that was just the Half, now I have to find the energy to finish all the way"........as in adoption, there are many nights where i feel good about our journey and our accomplishments, but there are many days where i know that i am only half way there...how will i ever find the energy to go all the way...because there certainly is truth in what they said to me.."adoption is not a sprint, it is a marathon"...not a half marathon...a full marathon...

Amay is doing wonderful.  He truly has made many big strides in this past year.  He started Kindergarten this past year and has surpassed our expectations for him. He continues to amaze us in the way he has beautifully transitioned into our family.  We continue to find ourselves struggling in a few "adoption" related issues, as do so many other families.  Attachment, frustrations, grief of loss....it is all a part of our daily life with Amay, but on the bright side, he is a happy kid with so much potential.  Amay still struggles with separation issues.  When his father leaves out of town or if i leave to go to the store, he falls apart.  He asks if I will be back and a switch goes off in his head and he just loses it.  He also struggles with how to deal with mommy saying no to him.  He feels that when I tell him he can't do something or that I won't do something for him, that it is a direct rejection.  When he first came to us, when i said no, he would spit at me, bite me, or pull my hair.  He has definitely grown out of that phase, but it is still very hard for him to deal with mommy saying no to him.  So I have to make sure I use my words positively with him to avoid meltdowns.  For example, if it is time to get out of shower, i have to say "it is time to come out of the shower" instead of saying, "no more shower"...the latter sentence has gotten him yelling and screaming and hitting me.  Finally, he still struggles with food issues.  He has yet to figure out how much is healthy for him.  We continue to bounce back and forth on the best way to deal with his food insecurities, but have not yet found something that works for the family.  Since all the kids in our house are very close in age, it is hard to set rules for one child without hurting another.  Needless to say, we are working at it all.  One MILE at a time......