Two weeks ago we started seeing subtle upticks in C.'s anxiety. Anger. Worry. Her own body ticks.
Last week I mentioned to her that her "special day" or her "family day" was coming up. She was excited about it. And seemingly unrelated, 20 minutes later proceeded to have a meltdown.
These are not your regular 4 year old meltdowns. These are earth shattering. Angry. Personal. And sad.
Three hours later and with another meltdown beginning to implode I asked her why she was so angry (I asked out of desperation, not out of good momming.)
She said "Mom, I can't stop screaming. I miss my Guatemala Mom and my Guatemala sister." And then she wept. Crying is to impersonal of a word. Weeping is soul bending for all involved. She wept.
She has said very little about her Guatemala Mom previous to this month. I would say that some of her emotions are a little delayed. She is eager to be excited, but unable to process long term thoughts or consequences. That's just who she is as a 4 year old right now.
The middle of this week I asked her what she wanted to do for her family day...
Nonchalantly she said "You can take me to Guatemala or maybe to the tortilla shop."
Yes, if only it were that easy.
When she gets into a more anxious cycle we choose to down play all activities on the weekends: church, birthday parties, shopping, etc. We just stick close to home and to a routine. She wants to be in control and tell us how the day is going to go. Its a constant reminder that no, she is not in control, but Mommy and Daddy take care of her and we plan the day out. And then we do just that. And let her in on the details. So she feels safe.
Tonight after a good day - a trip to the zoo, cotton candy, a ride on the carousel, car naps (her favorite) and a down tempo afternoon, we headed to the "tortilla shop" for dinner and fried ice cream. She loved it.
At home, we did baths and blankets and books. We read her special book, her life book. She sat still for the three books before it, but when we got to her book, she was squirmy and anxious. She wanted to tell me how the story went, tell me how she had chicken pox (oh lord child, don't think I will ever forget that part) and where everyone was in each picture. She wanted to be in control.
In control of her hurt. Her loss. Her sadness.
Her favorite song right now on the radio, by The Wanted is "I'm Glad you Came." Its fitting, and perfect and filled with true irony. She sings it at the top of her lungs (with ALL the right pitch changes in the right places.)
The sun goes down,the stars come out,
And all that counts is here and now,
My universe will never be the same,
I'm glad you came,I'm glad you came.
C. loved the swing. Right away. 1st week home.
Chicken pox. Nap. On DH. Eyes open. Passed out.
First Family full day. J. waking up to be near C. - C. already knowing that having a big sister was going to be a good deal. (Mom looking like she already needed a nap.)