We have been dealing with some grief issues lately. Levi is a great sleeper and always has been. Garrett used to tell me that sometimes he heard Levi crying in his sleep. However, that hadn't happened for a while and he must have been pretty quite because I have great "mommy ears" and tend to here EVERYTHING going on while the kids sleep.
Last week Levi had a really bad dream and went looking for his Dad when he got up. Dave soothed him and put him back into bed where he fell back to sleep for a while. I got up early and Levi not to long after me. I told him Daddy told me he had a bad dream last night. "I don't want to talk about it" he said. This has been his answer for most things when we have tried to talk about his family and life in Ethiopia.
I started asking him some questions and this time I didn't back down. I wanted to know what was going on in that little head of his. I asked him if his dream was about his Ethiopian mom? "Kind of" he said. Finally he shared the story of how a friend came to their house in Ethiopia, after his Dad died, and told his mom about the orphanage and where she could take the children if she didn't feel she could take care of them any more. He shared the story of how all of that had taken place, how the other relatives in his town felt about her taking them there, and about his older brother who he hadn't mentioned in a very long time. He talked about the day his Dad died and what happened. All things he had not shared before.
I was so happy he was finally opening up, but then he shared something that shocked me to my core.
His dream was not about his Ethiopian mommy but about me. It seems that his Dad and I decided we had to many kids and couldn't take care of him anymore so we also took him to an orphanage where we dropped him off and left. "How do I know that won't ever happen?" he asked.
He shared with me that this is something he had been worrying about. He loved his new life and family but what if it didn't last? Oh. My. Word. How could he think this? I explained to him that in America mommies didn't have to take their babies to an orphanage if they had no money. There were people who could help them if they needed it. I also told him that never, never, never would we give him to anyone else. He was stuck with us forever.
A big smile passed over his face. A burden lifted.
My heart breaks that he spent all those months thinking that, perhaps, this would not be his family forever. Just goes to show you never know what is going on in the mind of a child. I keep going over in my head things we have done since he has been home. I have hugged and kissed him daily, telling him that I love him, and yet, he still thought I might give him away.
So, my lesson learned is that I need to be very specific with this child. Hopefully, there will be more talks to come now that he has opened up.
Truly, Levi, is a very happy kid. However, like most things, the night seems to bring out our worst fears. I pray every day that God heals both their little hearts and that they would feel wholly embraced by our family.
I am up right now with a little girl who had a bad dream as well. She woke in our bed crying, sobbing and holding on to me for dear life. A little girl whose first mommy would visit her at the orphanage pretty often, and then leave. Levi says she would cry and cry. He would put his hands over his ears so he didn't have to listen. In my mind it seems almost cruel to have done that to them. Although, as a mom, I understand why she would have done it.
So we walk this journey with our eyes wide open. Knowing that our children will always carry this grief inside for what they have lost. However, I pray that the life we give them here will help them heal and that God would give us the wisdom to know how best to accomplish this.
I am so thankful that he finally opened up and shared some details about his life and hurts in Ethiopia. Now we can move forward together trying to heal both of their little hearts as best we can.
But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted; you consider their grief and take it in hand. The victims commit themselves to you; you are the helper of the fatherless. Psalm 10:14