As an 18 year old young mom, I was clueless. I really didn’t know what I didn’t know. Diapers, sleepless nights, teething, and don’t get me started on the terrible twos. Eventually, we found our rhythm. As a 42 year old adoptive mom, I was clueless. I really didn’t know what I didn’t know. Tears (both theirs and mine), fears (real and imagined), slow to trust, sweet and loving one minute/stubborn and defiant the next, tantrums (both theirs and mine).
I have discovered that the things that worked with the older kid have no impact on the younger kids. There are days I find myself frustrated when nothing seems to work and I can’t get through. Then I hear “Mom, guess what happened at school today”, and I know we’ll be ok. I don’t have to have all of the answers and that’s ok. Finding our rhythm this time around is a little trickier. Some days it is like navigating a mine field. But most days it is such a blessing, filled with laughter and playfulness.April Chavez