Saturday, October 15, 2011

Halloween Preview

I put this pictures up earlier in the week on my Zehlahlum Family FB page so if you’re not liking my page you are soooo behind the times. Despite my insistence that Halloween is the stupidest, lamest, money-suckingest-for-no-reason excuse for a holiday that is out there, my kids apparently dig it.

Last year we’d only been home for five months and things were what we like to call “bad” around here and we decided Halloween was not in anyone’s best iterest. Something about teaching our attachment-challenged child to walk up to strangers, be cute for them, and then be rewarded with candy seemed…demented to us.

So, we took a dumb holiday and we made it dumber, it’s how we roll at the Zehlahlum house. We dressed the kids up in random layers from our dress up box…not costume style, think more ‘very small hobo’, and then took them upstairs and hid candy all over the upstairs and let them hunt for it. Andrew and I got some good laughs out of the utter stupidity of the whole thing.

Then this year when we started talking about Halloween and poor brainwashed Peanut was ALL excited about doing the same thing this year. We’re careful to keep our scales balanced here and since we’ve go the “Christian, weird homeschoolers” on one side of the scale we decided that going all out on the pagan/unhealthy holiday would help to make sure they don’t end up totally screwed up.

So, may I introduce to the cutest gang of superheroes ever! Now, whether they’ll use their power for good or for evil remains to be seen… (though I know where I’d put my odds!)

 

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Unholy cute, right? Now, I cannot end this post without complaining that these costumes are the worst ever quality and are already coming apart and not fitting right. We usually bought a costume from Old Navy. Peanut has been a skunk, a dragon, a pumpkin (not O.N) and then last year’s “hobo” and Pickle has been a chicken and then last year’s “hobo”.  And let me tell you, the Old Navy costumes are AH-MA-ZING! I had Old Navy costumes picked out for each of them this year, but in the end I gave in because they had “their own ideas”, and “personal preferences” and “individual personalities” or some crap like that. But for the same amount of money we could have had way higher qualities costumes.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

More Than Words

More than Words…

(This is the second post by Julie. Read the first one here)

The Empowered to Connect conference gave my husband and I tools and solidified some of the things we were already trying to implement at home. I was so very glad he (Steve) came with me, as he was able to see, digest, and realize for perhaps the first time just how serious our situation is with Benjamin, and how integral a part he plays in Benjamin’s healing.

Steve is a very emotional person, and he cried a lot during the conference. This was a very good thing, as he went with me to try and help Benjamin, but with a bit of skepticism, having worked in the mental health industry for 11 years of his early career.

At the conference, they showed a lot of video of kids who “come from hard places” like our son, and how those kids were learning to heal and build trust with their parents and caregivers. They showed different methods to use that have been proven both scientifically as well as relationally to work. We heard from people like us, met people like us, and were raw at the end of each session, trying to digest all of it.

We learned so many things at the conference that it is hard to digest them all. There are not enough words to use to share all that we are still processing; however, here are a few of the things we are now doing consistently (whereas before, sporadically) and we are finding little “wins” here and there. I hope these help someone out there who is struggling to figure out how to help their attachment-deficit child:

1. We realized at the conference that when they talked about Sensory Processing Disorder (three words I had never heard in that order, much less given any thought to), they meant OUR child. The distressed one. The raging one. We learned that he also has an intrinsic need to have his sensory needs met.

In English, this means that his movie bouncing is not normal. He needs to bounce. He needs to swing. He needs to rock. He needs to ride his bike. He needs to do highly physical things to keep his brain chemistry intact. If he does not have enough of this type of sensory input, his brain will not work properly, and that’s when he goes into autopilot, which is called “flight, fright, or freeze”, also known as “the rage”.

Benjamin goes into flight, fright, or freeze when he has not had enough physical activity in a day. We decided to make a schedule and change his daily routine after school each day to include at least 30 minutes of hard playing (swinging, bouncing on a mini-trampoline, riding his bike, kicking the soccer ball, etc) before he does homework or rests.

You see, he’s already been sitting all day. What was I doing? Having him come home and go immediately into homework mode. Not good for a child with SPD. He needs to release his pent-up chemicals so that they are more balanced, and then he will be better able to focus on chores, homework, and other things we ask him to do.

2. Snacks and water every two hours. This one made me laugh when I read it in Dr. Karyn Purvis’s book, “The Connected Child” before attending the conference. Steve laughed at first as well, but at the conference, Dr. Purvis explained why it was so important.

Children from hard places (her terminology, and it fits well) need to know that they are being cared for, and since for many of them, their needs may not have been met early, small snacks such as fruit, cheese, peanut butter, granola, applesauce, etc help keep their blood sugar in check. If their blood sugar is in check, they are better able to focus.

Likewise, Dr. Purvis discussed how important it is that our de-regulated children drink water every two hours. This helps keep them hydrated, and better able to concentrate. This may seem impossible if your kids are in school like mine, but we are working on a plan to present to the school so they will allow Benjamin to come to the office every few hours for a small snack and water. While he does not currently act out at school, we know that if we help him keep his blood sugar regulated, he is less likely to act out both at school and at home.

Oh, and I almost have to set a timer at home with our new schedule to remind myself to hydrate Benjamin. One of the suggestions she had was to “lead by example”—drink water before your coffee in the morning so your child sees how important drinking water is to you. They are more likely to do as you do, not as you say, if they see you doing it. This one is SO HARD for me to do! I like my first coffee of the morning!

3. We are using the Learned Response Method to build a trusting relationship with your child. We implemented that immediately, and while it meant for a very difficult first week behaviorally speaking, it also meant that we were starting to help Benjamin’s brain heal…even just the tiniest bit. This method involves three steps to discipline that are geared toward what actually causes the behavior, not the behavior itself.

This is so hard to remember when your son is screaming how much he HATES you!! When he’s broken one of your prized possessions, kicked your dog, hit his brother, or thrown everything in his path at you, the last thing you want to do is try to figure out why—you just want it to stop! Here’s how:

When Benjamin starts to disobey me…even just a little, the first step is to playfully redirect him. This keeps the relationship intact and the redirect light. If that does not work, and he continues to spiral into what I call “the grunting phase”, we remind him to use his words. You see, my highly intelligent six year old has been diagnosed to have the emotional equivalent of a two year old…so we have to work with him as we would a two year old. No reasoning. Few words. Direct commands are used.

If he cannot use his words, he is told to sit down (time in, not time out) close to us, and we give him two choices based on whatever caused him to resort to the behavior. The choices are designed to empower him and help him feel like he still has some control…yet by giving him the choices, the control is actually ours! We ultimately are deciding for him, but giving him the opportunity to learn how to make good choices in his life. If he doesn’t choose, and starts to angrier, then we have the right to choose for him.

Sounds easy, right? No, no it is not. There are times that we have to put Benjamin in what is known as a “therapeutic hold” to allow him to rage out his anger and sadness in a safer way for all of us. Once he calms down, we go back to “the scene of the crime”—where the beginning of the pain happened, and teach him how to do it right.

This is done after he is calm, and it may not happen immediately. It may be two hours later that we do it over. This is where patience rears its ugly head…and I learn once again that patience is not one of my better virtues. But I’m learning along with Benjamin that patience is the key! Connecting with my disconnected child will require patience and time. A lot of time.

For each year we have had him home, we have to add a month of healing, according to Dr. Purvis’s research. That means we have at least six months of non-stop healing ahead of us, and a lifetime of constantly revisiting the hard places to help Benjamin continue to move forward.

For example, if you have ever been sick or had surgery, and were told “it takes time to heal, you have to do these exercises, rest a lot, drink lots of water, etc”, then imagine that when working with your son or daughter and trying to create a relationship based on trust. Trust that did not happen for my son because he was not taught to trust as a baby. He was made to believe (in his tiny self) that he was alone in this world, no one would care for him, and he would always have to be in control for things to be right.

Like surgical healing, relational healing takes time, hard work, dedication, and patience. And it takes much more than words to accomplish if it will be done correctly.

4. We have also taken Dr. Purvis’s approach to reconnecting our family, and added one element that we thought was key:

a. We stick together (as a family)

b. We don’t hurt (with words or action)

c. We show respect

d. We have fun

Our boys (we have two) have learned that for the fourth one to happen, the first three have to be in place. We are learning that as well. That as we remember that we are a family, we won’t hurt, we will show each other proper respect, and then we will have a lot of fun together. I created little posters that show this with words and pictures so that when we are starting down the road of rage…before we ever get to even the first block on that street…we can go to the poster and remind Benjamin our new “House Rules”.

We also have them repeat the rules frequently throughout the day so they will be imbedded in their hearts.

This week (week two), we are starting to implement 1 Corinthians 13—the love chapter. Last night, I read it to the boys before bed. I read it two times as God wrote it through Paul…and then I took each of my boys’ names and inserted them where the word “love” is: “Benjamin is patient. Benjamin is kind…”. They were immediately calmed and I could see a light in Benjamin’s eyes that had been gone for awhile.

That’s not to say that we are finished or that the hard places and rages won’t come. He did make it to school on time today…so there is hope that today will be rage-free. Even if it’s not, I know that we are on the path to healing using the methods we learned at the Empowered to Connect conference.

If Steve hadn’t come with me, I believe it would be much more difficult to implement the new methods. It took the two of us going to the conference together for us to be on the same page. We had to be on the same page to heal our son. Otherwise, healing would not be in process of happening.

It takes much more than eloquent words written carefully on a page to help us learn how to help our son.

It takes action.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Fall Books

I don’t know how or why it happens, but my plans to do book reviews on Wednesdays are almost constantly foiled. I could pull out my “martyr mode” and say that it’s because it’s one of my favorite things to write and after all I never get to do anything that I like! But I have a headache (we’re actually on Day 5, so I guess we’re going to steady now) and I’m not in the mood for whining, even my own.

This is my booklist of fall books that I have for the kiddos, but not counting any library books because I haven’t made it to the library in awhile, another plan constantly foiled.

I went ahead and pulled out Thanksgiving books as well because I like to have lots of lead-up time to holidays. I think especially with young kids it makes it more relaxed to talk to them about the holiday and properly indoctrinate them. We’ve also been doing our little “school” unit on seasons since summer to fall is actually a discernable season here.

Seasons

  • Caps, Hats, Socks, and Mittens by Louise Borden
  • A Pocketful of Poems by Nikki Grimes
  • Why Do Leaves Change Colors by Becky Maestro

Halloween

  • The Halloween Play by Felicia Bond
  • Touch & Feel Halloween by Discovery Kids
  • The Biggest Pumpkin Ever by Steven Kroll
  • Trick or Treat Little Critter by Gina & Mercer Mayer

Thanksgiving

  • My First Thanksgiving by Tomie dePaola
  • Just So Thankful by Mercer Mayer (not actually about Thanksgiving, but the sentiment is there)
  • Countdown to Thanksgiving by Jodi Huelin
  • Squanto’s Journey by Joseph Bruchac
  • Over the River and Through the Wood by Lydia Maria Child

I’ve probably bought about half of these (and lots of others) over the last few weeks from Homeschool Library Builder. It’s an awesome site and if you sign up, please use me as your referrer by giving them my email address: Zehlahlum@gmail.com! Don’t be afraid that it says “homeschool” in the title. It’s a used bookstore geared toward children’s books. The site is easy to use and they have great customer service. I was a little worried about buying used books site unseen, but my experience has been wonderful. I’m totally hooked…ask my husband. Smile 

So these books are mostly for pretty young kids and are fairly surface-y. It’s crazy to me that by next year we’ll be done with the board books (okay, that almost makes me cry right now…moving on!) and I’ll be adding more books of substance, at least for the Thanksgiving books…I guess there’s not a lot of substance to Halloween anyway. lol.

I have two questions for you:

1. What are your favorite Halloween/fall/Thanksgiving books for young kids around the 4-6 year old level.

2. What books do you recommend for the years to come as my kids continue to grow up, no matter what I want!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

In Their Distress

(This is a guest post by my new friend Julie regarding her thoughts about the Empowered to Connect conference where I had the honor to meet her briefly.)

Benjamin was late to school today. Not because he overslept, or because I was running late getting him breakfast. He was late because he broke into a violent rage against my husband that lasted for over an hour, and it took us awhile to get him calmed down so that he was ready to go to school productively. I walked him in one hour late, worn out from what seemed like the millionth time of him being late due to early morning rages. The secretaries looked upon me with pity as I wearily walked Benjamin to class.

My six year old has become increasingly more difficult to manage, and not just because he is six. We were chosen by God to adopt Benjamin, and we brought him home when he was 13 months old. We had no idea that the first 13 months of life were some of the most formative and bonding months in a child’s life until very recently at the Empowered to Connect conference. One of the key things we learned is that he acts out against us because he is subconsciously waiting for us to leave him like others had done in his precious early past.

We were desperate for answers. How could our sweet child, whom we just thought was strong-willed and at times irrationally fearful, who loved to act out movies and bounce around like a ping-pong ball be mentally ill due to his early months of life? How could the violence that rages out of Benjamin become the very focus of our whole lives—so much so that we were willing to rack up credit card debt and move several mountains just to attend a conference 900 miles from our home in sheer and utter desperation?

Love. Love motivated us to sign up for the Empowered to Connect conference in Nashville, TN, where we learned we were not alone. We were completely shocked to learn that the honeymoon idyllic side of the adoption process was over, and the journey to connect with our sweet boy began the day we brought him home.

Yikes.

In our minds, because we had prayed over him daily, talked to his picture, decorated his room, and even attended baby showers for him, we were connected. We had named, him, right? Pictures from the agency all over the house, as if we were already together. We were connected by the heart. Meanwhile, he was in his home country in foster care, “on hold” until we were released to come get him. He didn’t know who we were, much less that we even existed, so there was no trust there. How could there be? We had not bonded like biological mothers do over their infants. Our bonding happened that first night in the hotel as we did all we could to stop his endless crying and mourning.

News to me and my husband. Seems ridiculous, doesn’t it? Yet, the Empowered to Connect conference changed our lives in many ways. It helped us to see first of all, that despite all our son has been through, or what he is diagnosed with, or how he acts, he is still ours, and he is still a precious child in God’s eyes as well as our own.

Secondly, the Empowered to Connect conference showed us that we were not alone. There were hundreds of people there, learning how to connect with those children to whom God entrusted. I was reminded of James 1:27: “True religion is this: that would help orphans and widows in their distress…”. God had been reminding me of this verse prior to the conference, and he resonated it with me through one of the speakers: we are called to care for Benjamin in his distress.

My child, orphaned at birth, is in distress. How could this be? We have loved him, cared for him, been actively involved in his life through church and pee-wee sports, family, friends, and fun trips! We have been there when he was sick and when he was well! We have sacrificed so many things while loving this boy and caring for him!

In his distress? The Empowered to Connect speaker talked about this emphatically—the answer is yes. My six year old, who has been home for almost six years now, is still in distress. And our job…is to do whatever it takes to connect with our son so that he understands how very loved and precious he is to us…regardless of his rages. Regardless of how frequently or how awful they are. They are a byproduct of his heart—which feels unsafe and unsteady…and wants to run at any given time.

Our job right now is to help Benjamin see that he is no longer an orphan…that adoption makes him and gives him family.

--Julie Blair Pitts

Monday, October 10, 2011

Different

Jamey here, I know my blog has been full of guest bloggers lately, hasn’t it been great? I have more coming too. Today’s “guest” is Katy from Diary of  Zookeeper. I know you guys are familiar with her because this isn’t her first time here. Are you familiar with the fact that October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month? Click over and read Katy’s post about how this truly came home for her and enter her giveaway.

One of the reasons I asked Katy to write besides awareness (although her Roo has been a catalyst for me to learn more) is because I admire her attitude so much. I’ve felt for the last 18 months that Katy and I have had a similar journey. We were both mothers twice over already, we were both expecting another child and they both came around the same time, and then all our expectations were blown away and we each had our world and (speaking for both of us here) our faith tested with the surprises God had for us. Now, I don’t want to compare too far because her attitude is way better than mine, but I do think that she is a great example of how God does strengthen each of us for the journey He calls us to.

And now, without further rambling… Katy!

On one wall of my house, I have a “photo collection” of each of my kids—you know, the ones with multiple pictures that the photography studios talk brainless fools devoted parents such as myself into buying. The ones of my boys are each from their one-year “photo shoot” (I hate that term. It sounds so vain and uppity, but what else do you call it?), and as I walked past them the other day I looked up and caught my breath.

I can see it, I thought. He looks different.

It was last June when my youngest, almost three months old at the time, was diagnosed with Down syndrome. Although Roo had been born three weeks early, spent a week in Children’s Hospital for a list of issues that came up after his birth, and been to several well-child visits, not one single person had ever suspected or mentioned the term Down syndrome—not even our pediatrician, who had sent us to the geneticist. She had simply asked us to get some blood tests run to “rule out any issues.” That was the moment, as Jamey mentioned in an earlier post, where “the world falls away beneath your feet.” I didn’t understand how the earth could keep spinning, how people could just keep going about their business. Didn’t they understand what had just happened to us?

The denial set in quickly, and my first act was to take the book that our very kind genetic counselor had handed us—the one with the cute little toddler with Down’s on the cover—and turn it face down. I couldn’t look at that little boy’s face and see my child.

We went home and told our parents, who were all there waiting for us. We sat on the couch and cried, and in desperation I looked up to the ceiling. As my eyes turned skyward, they passed over our most recent family photos, taken before Roo was born. I looked at them and tried to imagine us, 10 years down the road, our little family… with this child that stood out standing right in the middle. I couldn’t make it make sense.

Please don’t think that I am so shallow that my main concern was how my baby was going to look. It wasn’t that. It was what it represented. He would be different. He would stand out. He would be misunderstood. It would be hard. The family picture I thought we would take was not the family picture that would be hanging on my wall. Although nothing had changed, life was suddenly very different. The photo on the book, the photos on our wall—they were just physical reminders of an intangible issue tugging at my heart.

So we began to navigate this new life, and I went through weeks of denial, then months of anger. But never once did I doubt my love for my sweet baby boy. In fact, I learned that there is such a sweet delight in working so hard toward little milestones, like banging two toys together or turning the page of a board book. He brings me joy in ways I didn’t know existed. And when I look at him, I don’t see a-child-with-Down-syndrome—I see Roo.

And then the other day, I saw those pictures. And I stopped and looked again. I see it, I thought, as I looked at the pictures of my boys side-by-side. The set of his eyes, the flatness to the back of his head, the way he carries himself… He just looks different.

And then… I looked past the pictures of Roo, past the pictures of Monkey (my older son), and over to the picture collage of my daughter Lamb. And as I gazed back and forth between the photos of my two oldest children, I laughed out loud. Their eyes are different from each other, their hair is different, their smiles, the way they carry themselves, the way their personalities shine through in the snapshots. They’re different. In fact, I am constantly amazed that all three of my children come from the same combination of DNA, and yet they are all so completely… one-of-a-kind.

So let me tell you a little bit about my family, this zoo that I have. There’s Lamb, who is beautiful and loves to dance and play princesses and have tea parties… and practice her “ninja moves” and play superheroes with her brother. She would wear a ball gown to school every day if I let her, and it would come back home covered in paint and crayons because she loves to craft more than just about anything. She gets that from her grandmother (my mother-in-law), definitely not from me. There’s Monkey, the toughest sweetheart you’ll ever find. He is constantly being a superhero or Transformer or Power Ranger of some sort and loves to play boxing and wrestling and all of those super-tough boy things that I can’t say I completely understand—and he will break down and cry if you give him a stern look. So tough, yet so tender. And then there’s my sweet baby Roo, who absolutely loves to make people smile. He draws people to himself—complete strangers stop us constantly to dote on him because he is just that lovable. He adores his older siblings and is determined to be in the same room with them at all times. He loves to wrestle with his brother and sing with his sister. He throws everything he can get his hands on—except cars, which he loves to push back and forth while making “vroom” noises. Oh, and did I mention that he has Down syndrome?

You put them all together, throw in Mommy and Daddy, and I think we make a pretty sweet-looking family photo, don’t you?

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Thank God they are all so different from each other. It makes our lives full.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Pete

Something that I find myself saying ALL THE TIME, so much so that now each child says it as well of their volition in frustration, “FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!” I don’t say it in a mean way, generally (generally, not always) it’s with a loving air of exasperation. And I don’t actually know who Pete is, but he’s not doing anything to help my kids stop driving me crazy. They say there are seasons of parenting, well this season is one of utter exasperation.

I’m trying to reduce my outbursts to Pete and replace them an internal recitation of Galatians 6:7-10, “The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for a the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

Maybe that seems a little heavy for the frustrations of parenting, but I think it applies because I don’t know about your ‘sinful nature’ but mine has a programmed response to the 8oo,000,000 time that I’ve told my child to stop doing something/or start doing something, but I don’t think that first response is necessarily (probably) the good one. Because if I sow anger, frustration, or even exasperation through my response to my kids then I am going to “reap destruction” when I see that attitude coming back through my kids.

I’m not hip to a lot of farming analogies, but this is definitely a time of weeding out behaviors and replanting seeds in my kids and I need to be careful that what I’m sowing is pleasing to God and that I’m not becoming weary in that good response because it will be worth it someday. And maybe on that day when I leave the kitchen for 10 seconds I won’t come back in to find Pickle standing on a stool in front of the stove eating a piece of forbidden cake off the tip of a steak knife (like we did a few days ago).

What season are you in with your kids? Do you ever feel like you’re in a season of constant correction? Any tips for making it through?

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