I’ve started this post more than a dozen times. Each time I get a few short paragraphs in and lose my cool. So after taking a few weeks to calm down I will try again.
One of my biggest pet peeves is being lied to especially if I ask a direct question. As foster parents we are accustom to getting what I call half truths from the birth parents. These are just as nerve racking. But when you come face to face with your foster child’s parents and they know their rights are being terminated and you ask them questions so you can help their child in the future why oh why do they feel the need to lie?
Two weeks ago we went back to the geneticists for our daughters test results. We know she has RAD, reactive attachment disorder, and ADHD and ADD but we also felt there was more going on. I remember talking to her (birth) mom in the hallway of the courthouse after a few of the hearings. She assured me that she never used drugs or alcohol while pregnant with her. But in my heart I knew she was not being honest with me. Even after her adoption was final and we were in the process of adopting her younger siblings the mother continued to swear to me she would have never used anything that would have caused injury to her second oldest child. Her three children born after diva all had some type of substance in their system so naturally I questioned the truth in her statement.
After we moved and she started seeing her therapist, the therapist pointed out that diva had many signs of a child with FASD, Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder, and suggested we make an appointment with the geneticist. It took a few months but we finally got in and he spent over two hours with our little girl. After all the questions, the blood work, the measuring and re measuring he asked us to come back in a few weeks for the results.
I was a little nervous going back in for the results. But there in black ink we had it. Along with some other minor things our daughter did in fact have FASD. What we had suspected for a while was confirmed. I was heartbroken, angry, relieved and sad. I was heartbroken for my little girl. For the life she would have to face. Her struggles were already so hard to add this on top of it seemed so unfair. I was angry. Why had her mom done this to her? Why had she lied over and over when I had questioned her about it? I was relieved to have yet another piece to our daughters puzzle filled with an answer. So many times in foster care we don’t receive the whole story about the child coming into our care. Many times even after adoption through foster care there are still many missing pieces to their story. I was sad for her. Sad for the unknown of how this would affect her later on in life. Sad that I could not undue the damage that had been caused by someone else.
Why did her mom think it necessary to lie about what she had done? Did it make her feel better about herself? Does it help her sleep at night? Does she even care what she has done to her children by making the poor choices she made?
My daughter, now seven, as made the song Even If by Mercy Me her anthem. She sings it everyday multiple times a day. You can read about it in my blog called Even If. She is wise beyond her years.
The odds are stacked against her, yet she finds comfort in the fact Jesus is always by her side. Her faith is strong when mine seems weak. Yes we will have bad days, yes the struggle with school work and behaviors will be real and difficult at times but we will get through it all day by day with Gods help.