My people

We have had both an eventful and an uneventful few months, hunkered down and recovering from the holidays and all that they brought with them. Instead of a chronological catch up post - I thought I would share my people, first collectively,  then individually! 

My people. 

My crazy, trauma filled fearfully and wonderfully created by God people! 

 My people - who are if nothing creatures of routine and structure, suiting their dad just fine and making me a little nuts. Every Saturday morning - there is an outing with dad. To either The Santa Ama Zoo or the Aquarium. They love it - and there is no changing it. 

And no - I am not invited. The one time a year we get it into our grown up heads that mom should go and we make it a family outing...it is generally a disaster. 

 Who are finding common ground and like activities to engage in as God knots them together as sisters. It is - honestly - a painful process for them, and the threads that hold them together - form their perspective - most days seem not the fabulous "red thread" so fondly quoted in Chinese adoption, but more like a rope that mom and dad and God tied around their necks. But slowly, it is loosening and they are choosing to be bound together as family. 

For kids from trauma - who through no choice of their own have found themselves in a new family, having another person brought into their family - again, through no choice of theirs - can be beyond difficult

It can be massively trauma triggering on some many levels.

It can remind them they have no choice or voice in their loves.

It can remind them of where they came from and their own trauma that torn them apart. 

On a basic level - it's just plain hard to learn to live with someone new. 

But God.

God's love can flow through the biggest traumas and hurts and start a healing journey. 

Tomorrow - my oldest peep - who amazes and astounds me every day!