She drew pics while we were there, so they got to see how close she had to look to see things and how well she can draw:)
I clarified, skin and eye needs for any outdoor time, personal space and affection awareness for our bonding to remain intact and secure with her. They set up an I pad for her with translation apps for use at school. Then they said "When do you want to send her?--- TOMORROW?" Ahhhh, my BABY.
They wanted my baby!
I agreed to send her because she is so very social, she wanted to go, she wants to learn. She is bored at home with just ol' mom and I have no concerns about her bond to us. She is very loving and knows who her family is. But it was hard to agree to the next day:(
Phoebe was soooo excited she came home and immediately packed up her backpack. Pencil box, pencils, books, pictures. I packed a bag of hat, extra sunglasses, sunscreen, umbrella, all to be kept at school.
She practiced her new teacher's name all evening. And the ESL teacher was set up to spend the whole first day with her. Phoebe is in Kat's class, something we discussed with the teacher and Kat, so expectations would be clear. As well we had gone in the classroom and had an informal "meet and greet" when we first came home.
So the first day went very well. They said she is very bright, the kids ALL wanted to help her, she told us the kids all talk to her and she can't understand them but that she had a great day. I only called once (oh okay MOM twice) to check on her and she was "doing well."
They will be able to get vision assessments started and in the meantime give her time with other kids, as well as immerse her in English. Today all the kids got dismissed early due to weather and now we are off the weekend so I am glad she started when she did. It was a short time but very positive for her.
She is thrilled when the bus comes but doesn't forget to tell me she loves me and get her hug from me before she goes on her way:)
I'm just blown away at God's goodness when it comes to this child. She has had such a wonderful beginning with her "grandma"- she is polite, kind, caring. I have no worries about her being too rough, loud, mean. She's such a delightful, happy and loving child.
Speaking of happy, loving, delightful children--We have had to deal with some adjustment issues with Kat crying this week. Phoebe worried Kat didn't like her, Kat was worried Phoebe didn't like her. Lots of tears, typical jealousy with adding a new child to the family, having two almost 9 year olds.
I did think I had heard it all out of my kiddos, being the mom of so many, but had NEVER heard this one-- "I'm sad because I didn't get to live in China longer." Uhhh, WHAT? Are you kidding me? I've sat and cried with kids who wished we had gotten them when they were little and here was the one we got as a little crying because we got her little? UH- really? Like I think I realized-- WE-CAN-NOT-WIN! Did you all know that?
So when Kat was showing her stubborn side in the midst of her fit throwing, Dad says to me "You sure she didn't come from YOUR womb?" Funny guy I married here.
This certain child has also been known to have been the fulfillment of many a prayers, I've heard my own mother had prayed for years for me to get "a child as difficult as I WAS" so go figure:) I still don't think she's anywhere near as difficult as I was- (yep MOM I wrote it for all to see) but then she did come off with the comment above? About being adopted "too soon?" OIY.
As for other goings on this week, I overheard my delightful daughter Chloe explaining to Kat, Paisley, Camden and Chance something I have told them a number of times-- this is what I heard "Don't go there with the UNFAIR stuff, because if you do mom's gonna buy us all size 7 dresses and who will they fit? Only Kat. Do you want a dress? (to Chance) 'Cause that's how she treats us all the SAME. So knock it OFF."
Now, I've been known to use the "Little girl size 7 dress" analogy, but I don't recall the "Knock it OFF." Maybe that's where I went wrong but the big thing to me was "SOMEONE LISTENED TO ME. " I wanted to cry. It was such a special moment.
A not-so-special moment, Chance comes up one morning this week and claims, "Mom, I get up, my belly hurt, I go to bathroom and it SWOOSH." Insert Chloe here-- "Chance why do you not know that's called diarrhea?" Then as Chance begins to repeat over and over, "diarrhea, humm, diarrhea, that called diarrhea."
And Chloe is behind him muttering "He never gonna learn English, doesn't even know what diarrhea is. Why doesn't he know, it's diarrhea, not swoosh? Swoosh, really, swoosh? What's wrong with him?"
I told dad he surely must feel bad that he misses this
Dad did get to enjoy the girls sharing erasers, Kat gave Phoebe one and they hugged, they went arm and arm down to get their jammies on earlier, they both said "YEAH!!" When we told them they could stay up later tonight as there's no school tomorrow. Finding their way as sisters.
As I explained to Kat, God gave her to us, as well as Phoebe and we treasure both of them. I also am sooo thankful we skipped over the "crying fuss mess" of 9 year olds, with Chloe and Paisley- see -- the benefits to older child adoption:))
We also got to laugh when Paisley said today, "I never cried and said you didn't like me." To which Chloe said "Yes you did!" And Paisley laughed and said "I don't remember." So we all had a good laugh about "Things they all forget and how incredibly far they have come."
Really it's something we see, we are thankful for--- that we can see this progress and enjoy where we have gotten with our precious treasures.