High School Fun!

 The people, support, and routines of high school helped Grace to shine! She played four years of tennis, a sport she had never tried before, joined the National Honor Society, won the American Legion Award, and earned a scholarship from the Scottish Rite. But best of all, she made her mark! Grace counts her teachers as friends, went to Homecoming and Prom dances, and navigated all of the social stresses of high school with only a few hiccups. Social skills are challenging to master, as participants and circumstances are constantly changing. She even made it through Covid-19 isolation,
which was difficult for her bubbly personality to handle. Here are a few highlights:

And Now...Senior Year

Yesterday Grace picked up her Chromebook for school. Somehow, she is a senior already who volunteers, plays tennis, rides horses, and prioritizes time with friends. The start of this school year signals the end and the beginning of so many things, but she only partially realizes what is ahead. She is aware that more independence will be expected, but she doesn't recognize the little things that will never happen again after graduation--lunch boxes for school, Homecoming dances, school bus rides to tennis meets, hallway music as she walks to class, and the comfort of familiar faces at her lunch table. Will these friendships follow her, or is this the end for those, too? I also understand that after homecoming and prom shopping one more time, the next dress I  help her pick out could be her wedding gown. My baby is legally an adult, and yet I see her 5-year-old face through the car window as she drives to school! It never gets easier to watch.

We have tried to make the most of these past few years by making memories we hope will last a lifetime. Our 41-state, 8-month motorhome adventure was a blast, then spending 2 weeks in DC this summer, and even binge-watching Andy Griffith (her favorite). And we continue to push her toward independence by sending her to church camp, accompanying her to college visits, and trusting her to manage her time with less oversight. I know in my heart that she will be ready, but I'm not sure she realizes it yet.  

So here we go... off to her senior year! The year of lasts and firsts for all of us. She seems excited to get back to school friends and routines, but I'm not sure I will ever be prepared completely for the beginning of the end of high school. We love her so much!

Friend?

"Mom, guess what. I made a new friend today!"

During the isolation of COVID social distancing, this is a welcome blessing. Assigned seats, semester schedule changes, and distanced lunch seating is so hard for extraverts like Grace. She loves interacting with teachers and talking with her group of friends, who are mostly boys. Lunchtime chats about video games, Star Wars, and the upcoming Super Bowl are nonexistent now. So, why am I so upset by this new friendship? 

Well, as any over-protective mother would do, I social media "stalked" her new friend. This sometimes ruffles up my mommy concern, but after teaching elementary and middle school, little truly surprises me. Not this time. It was clear that this teen is street-smart, unsupervised, and sexually active. I started wondering... Why did this high school junior choose to text my sweet, naive, socially-inexperienced daughter? What would possess a young man to choose this 4' 7" girl as his basketball partner in PE? What does he gain from a friendship with Grace?

I want to believe that he appreciates her cheerful positivity that looks beyond social status and appearances. I want to believe that he sees her generous heart filled with God's love and acceptance. But, my motherly instincts want to tell her that this "friendship" could hurt her both physically and emotionally. I closely monitor Grace's phone time and texts anyway, so it was refreshing to see that one of the first things she did was tell this boy that her mother reads and monitors all of her texts. Way to go, Grace! Then she helped him with a problem on an assignment from one of their shared classes. Sounds great so far, right? Sending pictures back and forth without masks didn't seem like a red flag either. After all, it is hard to know who someone is when half of their face is covered. That all seemed innocuous enough. 

But then, he said that the first thing he noticed about her was that she had a big nose and small eyes... Let me repeat that so you don't miss it. He said that the first thing he noticed about my daughter was that she had a big nose and small eyes!!! Grace seemed unfazed by this comment at first. She agreed with the insult and she even told him that the comment didn't bother her at all. But, those words have dominated her conversation as if she continues to digest the validity of the insult. Her breakfast conversation with me today went something like this: 

Grace: Mom, you know, he was right. I do have a big nose and small eyes. 

Me: Dear, that is just not true. You have always loved your pretty eyes and you have a short little nose. I don't know why he would say that. 

Grace: No, he was right. I guess I just never noticed it. I stood in front of my mirror last night and really tried to see what I look like. I do have a really big nose and my eyes look super small. 

Me: Just because someone says something about you doesn't make it true. You know, your other friends say that you are cute and smart. Perhaps this boy isn't really your friend if he makes you feel insecure.

Grace: No, it's fine. He wasn't being mean when he said it; he just wanted to be honest. I don't really care anyway. 

But, she did. She cared enough to study her face in the mirror last night. She cared enough to tell me about it before she headed to school. And she cared about it enough to ask me twice if she looked okay today before heading for the bus. One thoughtless, judgmental text changed her view of herself and shook her confidence. This boy is not her friend; he is exactly the opposite. And this mommy is on alert.

Sweet 16

 I'm always surprised at how quickly children grow up, and today I was struck by the maturity of the young woman who celebrated her Sweet 16 in Covid style. I know that the doctor tells me that we should expect maturity to follow the "Rule of 2/3" where 2/3 of her age is her social maturity, but I maintain that Grace is the exception to this and nearly every other rule. She is a strong, dependable, loyal, caring, and surprisingly witty Freshman in High School.

Her birthday consisted of ordering take out from Toki, the Chinese restaurant that usually offers hibachi-style dining and double chocolate fudge cake, which is her favorite. Daddy gave her a remote-controlled helicopter which I think he wanted even more than Grace, a subscription to Disney Plus from two of her brothers, a Scattegories game, and a Chord Buddy to help her learn to play the guitar. Her tender heart showed as she read her card and she cried at the sentiment that told her how proud we are of the young woman that she has become. Then in true teen fashion, she complained that she didn't want any pictures if she looked like she was crying. Her Asoka Tano sweatshirt, which is still delayed in shipment, will finish off her presents eventually. 

But, every year on this day, I wonder if her birth mother is thinking about the daughter who lives on the other side of the globe and all of the heartbreaking decisions that she made on this day 16 years ago. Decisions that gave us the blessing of a beautiful daughter. It is fitting that this week, Grace had to navigate the questions herself when she was asked to design a crest for History class that included her birth order and the conundrum of deciding whether to include Bulgarian siblings and half-siblings who she has never met in the project. 

Happy Birthday, Sweet Potato! We love you more than you will ever know!

Happy 16th Birthday!

Finding the Positive

From the mouths of babes...I constantly strive to learn every day, but being Grace's mom has taught me more than most of the rest of my life's experiences combined. This week, we followed up with her geneticist and started her daily growth hormone injections. Her tiny arms, pocked with scars from blood draws and pic lines, are once again being bombarded daily as she is challenged to trust and overcome her needle phobia. It didn't help that I poked her on day 3 without first calibrating the dose in the injection pen. Yes, I stabbed her thigh without giving the needed prescription. But beyond all of this, I saw the true courage and heart God gave her while talking to Dr. Braddock at Cardinal Glennon Children's Hospital. 

Maturity has brought fresh questions about adoption and her Bulgarian past. We encourage Grace to embrace with pride and confidence the unique story that is her life. The story that God planned and orchestrated for her before she took her first breath. Some of the questions we expected to be important have not yet come to her consciousness, but others have had more pressing importance. 

The first detail she wanted was unexpected-- the time of her birth. But, she rejoiced in knowing the exact time of day that she was born. The next question, "Do I have any other siblings?" was a question that we had expected and dreaded sharing. I had anticipated this information could be troubling, because Grace is such a loving extrovert who counts her brothers as her best friends. (She even begs for a brother, sister, or at least a dog!) I kept wondering, "Will she mourn the loss of those other relationships? Desire contact with people who are unknown to us?" But, in true Grace style, she embraced those new facts with shrieks of happiness. Knowing brought her comfort, pride, and personal affirmation rather than pain. She even begged to call each of her brothers to tell them the good news, "I have 7 siblings," as if this knowledge was a personal gift from her loving, heavenly father. Not once did she ask, "Why did my birth mom keep my Bulgarian siblings and leave me at the orphanage"  or "Why didn't she visit me after I left the hospital?" or "Why didn't she want to keep me?" Her faith in God's plan is so genuine that she has not considered those "whys." Yet.

Grace faced her first explanation of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome with the same positive perspective. As Dr. Braddock explained that her birth mother drank during her pregnancy causing her short stature, learning problems, and many medical concerns, I snuggled her close to my side in the small, yellow examining room. I studied her reaction intently, waiting for the pain to register, but it didn't. Without hesitation, she smiled and told the doctor, "Well, she probably drank before she knew I was growing inside her. That can happen, right?" Amazing. She had no anger, animosity, or concern. She simply accepted the information as if she was told that we were having hamburgers for supper. She decided to believe the best possible explanation.  

God knew when he brought Grace to us that I needed her as much, or maybe more than she was going to need me. She teaches me daily to rest in God's plan, to look for the good in every person, and to appreciate even the smallest details of life. Her joy is contagious, too. You know, I am truly glad that she has siblings on the other side of the world, and that she is here with me by God's divine handiwork. Thank you, God, for caring about the tiniest details in our lives, even the exact timing of our first breath. 

Our Social Chairman

Just sitting here watching my favorite girl in her element...any group of children. She has a way, especially with younger ones, of drawing them into organized play. Here at the campground, she knows the names of most of the children, recognizes them later at the pool, and has no fear of asking kids to play with her. Sometimes, she gets preschoolers together at the playground, asks them how far they can count, and sets up hide-and-seek or tag games with them. She particularly likes little boys and they follow her around wherever she goes. Today, though, my mind is drifting as I watch her take on a group of girls who are head and shoulders taller than she is. How will she deal with limited activity and restrictions after back surgery?

After getting a second and third opinion 9 months ago, we agreed with our thoracic and one orthopedic surgeon and opted not to begin scoliosis bracing, but rather to discontinue the pectus intervention. The ortho opted not to take X-rays again and told us to come back in six months. It looks like it was a terrible, wrong decision in hindsight. Now the same orthopedic surgeon is telling us that she is no longer a candidate for bracing, that we should have had her back to the doctor a few months ago (in 3 months and we understood to follow up in 6 months), and that she now needs corrective back surgery. Apparently, we were supposed to have had an appointment scheduled with him before we left last time, but no one told us. When I noticed changes, I started questioning why I hadn't gotten an appointment reminder, only to find that we didn't have a follow-up. Two months later, we finally got in to see the orthopedic surgeon last week.

I am really struggling with should-haves and could-haves. This oversight may have cost my daughter years of playing basketball in the park, soccer games with her friends, and perhaps even several inches of growth. We have told every specialist we have seen this year that we want someone to help us manage her care and each one says something like, "That is the way that health care is moving today." Well, this system left me as the uninformed advocate for my daughter, and my lack hurt her immensely. I have been tracking more specialists than I obviously can handle. In the past 6 months, we have been referred to an endocrinologist, who sent us to a geneticist, to a neuropsychologist for a full evaluation, to a 504 team and an IEP committee at school, to a neuropsychiatrist along with her usual evaluations with the thoracic surgeon, orthopedic surgeon, dentist, optometrist, and primary care physician. Sometimes I struggle with even remembering each of their names! But through all of that, it appears that I took care of what was staring me in the face that appeared urgent and missed something truly important.

It is time to call her in for supper, but I really hate to cut short her basketball game. There may not be too many of them in her future.

Tired of Testing!

The past couple of years have been filled with testing, probing, and searching for answers that continue to evade us. Is there something keeping our daughter from growing, is there some syndrome to address, some hidden secret to reveal? We may have gone too far...Now, I find that I am growing tired of the search and questioning the wisdom of the doctors who have referred and consulted as they endlessly encouraged our quest. Did we get swept up in the current and drown our daughter's confidence? Are we relying on men or God?

I think that Grace has started becoming aware of her uniqueness and started worrying about her differences. It could be a result of being 11, but more than likely, we have fueled these thoughts with visits to endocrinologists, geneticists, orthopedic surgeons, neurophsychologists, and pulmonologists. The other day, she announced, "I don't need to go to the doctor. There isn't anything WRONG with me." And she was absolutely correct. She IS exactly the perfect, God-created, version of herself. The unique creation that includes strengths, weaknesses, and limitations that are uniquely hers and a heart that is filled with God's love and divine purpose. We need to back off. We need to allow her to grow without so much intervention. The probing and testing are only making her feel inadequate and lacking. Perhaps, in our desire to be sure that we didn't miss an important intervention opportunity, we have shaken her confidence. Of all the things a parent can do, this is perhaps the worst one I can think of. I see this at school every day. Students come to class worried that they aren't quite adequate--not truly capable of being "good enough." Good enough to meet some arbitrary standard that eludes them. That feeling of lack can pervade everything they try to do with tentativeness and hesitancy. They falter when faced with challenges and question every effort. I never want Grace to feel that inadequacy because I know that it can be stifling.

So now, we have to refocus. We need to clearly and frequently find, highlight, and celebrate all of the specialness that makes Grace light up the room. She needs more celebration and less data collection. She can't grow to know that she is perfectly suited to God's plan for her life until she sees that reflected by those who love her, Daddy and me. She is looking for validation in our eyes, and we need to be sure that she sees it every day, every minute, with every word and action. So, we will consult with the neuropsychologist and review test results that don't really matter. Our daughter matters and nothing any physician can ever tell us about her should cause her to doubt that she is miraculously and wondrously made in God's image for His special purpose for her life. If the knowledge we gain doesn't increase her confidence and resolve, then it doesn't really matter. We know the truth and so will she!

Basketball

Small, but mighty! Grace still amazes me with her spunk and coordination. She is playing on the youth basketball league on Saturdays and even tried out for the 5th grade travel team. She missed the first game to go to her cousin Andy's wedding, and her team struggled to score. Then Grace scored 10 points at the next game before the other team realized that they should put one of their best, taller players on the tiny, little girl who was dominating the court. She is really quick, dribbles well with both hands, and is not afraid to take on anyone. She and one other girl on her team both want to dribble the length of the floor and shoot, so sometimes they stand there looking at each other after a basket, hoping the other will step out-of-bounds and throw in the ball. Teamwork is somewhat lacking and passing is only used as a last resort, when you have dribbled yourself into a corner.

Today, Grace only scored 2 points, got 4 fouls for pushing, and was almost in tears by the end of the game. She is used to dribbling around all of the girls, but the other coaches have figured her out. She usually dribbles to the left, rarely protects the ball, and is easily blocked from shooting by most anyone since she is so small. Despite all of this, she just loves the game. Probably the highlight of the season was having Daddy fill in as the coach at the last 2 games. She was so excited and proud to have him as her coach. She really loves her daddy! And he has loved being out there coaching her team.

Growing Up Too Fast!

I read a poem today on Facebook that just reminded me of how fleeting these growing years will be. It said that we should cherish each moment. I just kept thinking about how much I will miss seeing Grace sucking her thumb and twisting the neck of her shirt around her finger. In so many ways, she is growing up faster than I like. Some days I feel like I can actually see her maturing. She went by herself to each of the neighbors to solicit for the school fundraiser, counted the money and added up the total from the sheet by herself. Wow! She is definitely growing up! I miss my little baby girl today.

Books, Books, and More Books

I love hearing from Grace's teachers--well, most of the time, I do. Usually they tell me, "She works really hard!" (I also hear, "She talks too much and doesn't follow directions immediately." But that is another story.)  In fact, Grace was retested by the speech therapist this week, and her vocabulary is right where it should be for her age. I think this is amazing. In 5 years, she has caught up to her peers who have been speaking English for twice as long. Since she only has 30 minutes of speech therapy once a week during the school year, part of this has to be due to her new love of reading. I am so thankful that she won't go anywhere without a couple of books. In fact, we are trying to lighten her backpack load by eliminating a binder in her backpack, but she keeps trying to fill it up with books every day. Each morning we go through the routine of picking her favorite for the backpack and leaving the rest on the mud room bench. The next day, the books all end up back in her pack, and we go through this again. She cracks me up! She has also decided that she likes going to garage sales to look for used books to put in her summer stack. I can't wait for coffee on the deck and a good book with my sweetie. Counting the days till girl time!

Third Grade Girls...Ugh!

I have heard it over and over..."Boys are so much easier to raise than girls." This year has been a continuous life lesson about adapting, rethinking, and stumbling to find my way. How can such cute little girls be so rude and heartless? Is it really possible that when I am not watching, my outgoing sweetie could be just as ornery? Well, this is what makes me wonder...

Recently my little 10 year old was invited to a pizza birthday party. This is the first party she was invited to this year. Yes, that should have been a hint as to the outcome of this event, but Grace was so excited to be going. The birthday girl's mom welcomed us when we walked into the restaurat and took the leopard print gifts which were painstakingly chosen by Grace and wrapped in paper to match the contents. The long table was just about filled with giggles when I said, "Good-bye." Grace seemed happy and ready for my exit, but I was keenly aware of the way the chatter circled around without any comment or interaction from my usually extroverted pumpkin. When I returned in an hour, Grace was sitting in a booth coloring on a place mat alone-- a sharp contrast to the giggles and laughter  from the circle of girls packed into the large corner booth. Grace smiled at the mother, stood up from the table, folder her partially colored paper project, and said her thank yous as if this was typical and commonplace. No drama or concern whatsoever... I tried to act as unconcerned as she, but continued with questions until I had a sense of what happened. Apparently the other girls didn't want to teach her how to play the card game they chose. Perhaps that was it, I thought and tried to let it go.

But then we went to the basketball game. Grace sat down in the carpeted, gym foyer to change into her basketball shoes at about the time a classmate walked through the gym door.

"Hi, Payton," she quipped excitedly while she waved.

Silence and no acknowledgement. "Oh, perhaps she didn't notice her sitting there on the floor," I reassured myself.

As we entered the gym a few minutes later, Grace spotted Payton and two friends on the third row of the bleachers behind 4 of their other teammates. Cheerfully, Grace requested, "Can I sit with my team?" And with a nod from me she skipped away proudly and sat on the bleacher behind the rest of the crew. Something didn't seem right about the way the girls ignored her greetings, though, so this time Mark and I chose seats behind Grace about halfway up the stack of wooden bleachers to inconspicuously observe. Whispering and nodding... Tapping shoulders and more nodding... Sideways glances and then carefully orchestrated movements...Three girls stood up and hustled into the foyer and around the corner. Then Payton and the two pawns sitting next to her slid down the bench, hustled up the bleacher stairs, and slid back into an empty bench at the other end of the gym without saying a word to Grace. Grace looked after them and focused on their movements until they settled into their new distant location. A little later the foyer crew joined Payton, too. Still coincidence?

And finally this week, Grace came home with a question. "Mom, who gave me my name? Mrs. L., my teacher, really wants to know. I told her my other mom did, because I didn't know and everybody was listening and waiting. " Hmm... That is a good question, Grace. One to which we don't know the answer. A question filled with undertones of abandonment and neglect. A question that I am sure no other child in the class wonders about. Just one more way that our 38 pound, ADHD, 10 year old is different from her classmates. And now this novelty was questioned in front of an entire class of 3rd grade students; the same students who already exclude her at parties and move to avoid her at basketball games.

 My mama dander is ruffled, and I have to remind myself to be slow to anger and not easily offended over and over these days. I did send a carefully worded email to her teacher explaining why it would be best not share Grace's personal adoption story with her peers, but it is really difficult to address this with a colleague who wll sit across the table from me at the next staff training.

And now, I have to move on. Not just for my spiritual health, but because now we need to deal with the girls throwing blocks at Grace during Wednesday night kids church.  Oh, yeah, and she nailed them with some, too. She might have started it. I'm not naive enough to think she has no responsibility in this. In fact, I see that she is the common denominator. Grace has a strong personality. She likes completion, Star Wars, basketball, and Wilkie -talkies. She said that she doesn't even try to play with the girls at school anymore. They seem to be a better fit for her right now.

 We have decided that for now, it just isn't worth the struggle. We are taking a break. She doesn't need to be facing this much rejection all at once. Maybe we will try 4-H or just take our family camping.

Summer Fun 2013

Grace learned to ride her bike without training wheels, swam across the pool in the deep end, and went to four camps this summer! We took trips to the Bulgarian Reunion in Ohio, the state fair, and Disney World, too. She loved Zoo Kids, especially her counselor and volleyball, basketball, and soccer camps. She might be small, but she is tough and competitive. She is 46" tall and 34 pounds now. This summer, boys and girls from the neighborhood rang the doorbell nearly everyday asking her to ride bikes or play basketball. Still her favorite is four square. Here is a picture of all the girls at volleyball camp. When they passed out the camp shirts, Grace was so excited because they called her name first. She said, "They liked me best!" She probably had the smallest shirt, but I'm not going to tell her that.

Adam really makes an effort to spend time with her. He would stop by just to play every week and rode rides with her at the Celebration. They have water fights, too! He is so good with her. I am truly blessed.

St. Louis Report

Sometimes God's goodness overwhelms me, and today I am feeling His awesome power. We trekked to Washington University Center for Advanced Medicine for a recheck with Dr. Bridwell on the scoliosis. A year ago her curvature had progressed from 22 degrees to 25 degrees, and the doctor discussed treatment options: bracing and surgery. He also explained the progressive nature of this condition and told us that typically children diagnosed at such an early age progress fairly quickly. The idea of inserting an expandable rod by her spine broke my heart. Grace is such an active, spunky girl that I hoped we could find another option. I even asked about exercise, which has not been proven effective. But, we forgot that the doctor wasn't really the one in charge here.

The minute we entered the exam room, we were anticipating a good report...even our untrained eyes could tell. We even photographed the films because we anticipated a good report. Sure enough, the curve has improved by 8 degrees in one year, and Grace has grown an inch since August! When the intern talked to us, I asked about the improvement and he said, "Well, it is unusual." Dr. Bridwell came in with his entourage, looked at the X-rays, and said, "She is bracing, right?" When we told him she was not, he checked her posture and told us her muscles were obviously supporting her trunk better, since the curve improved, and put us on a yearly recheck schedule, up from the 6-month schedule we have been following. Yes, we witnessed another miracle.

But, that is not new. Every day she reminds me that my Heavenly Father has given me more than I ever could have hoped for or imagined. Grace is just that...evidence of God's grace and mercy. Here we have a .75 kg infant, born to poverty in a foreign country, who spent 10 months in a hospital without any parents advocating for her. Even with the best medical care, her prognosis must have been grim. So as she reads her Clifford the Big Red Dog book in the car during the trip, squeals while playing "swords" with the boys in the bounce house at Magic House, and hugs her Molly American Girl Doll, I can't help but feel awe and wonder over this blessing. Why God chose us to witness these miracles, I may never know, but I am so thankful that He did.

What a Difference a Couple of Years Make

We just got back from vacationing and Grace's favorite things to do were ride her bike (still with training wheels), do two flips under the water in the pool, pretend she is the teacher and correct her 2 unruly students (Mom and Dad), and do "homework" on her computer. Obviously, she has spent a year in school modeling her teacher and watches Mommy finishing up her extra 32 hours past her master's degree to move up on our local teacher's pay scale. She makes connections and evaluates everything. Here is my latest cute story:

We went to Mark Twain Cave for a visit and Grace wanted to be first in line. She tends to process through her speech, which is a nice way to say that she talks incessantly, so I told her she would need to be very quiet so she could hear our tour guide. She turned and shook her head and gave me a you-don't-know-what-you-are-talking-about look that I am certain I will see more often when she is 13. She kept on walking and yelled back at us to hurry up, so I gave her the same reminder. She turned around, put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head indignantly before saying, "Mommy, we don't have a tour guide, we have a tour girl!"

I love these little glimpses into her language development that remind me just how complex the English language can be to master...

Santa and Some Fears

Christmas memories from December 2010:

Sitting on Santa's lap was so exciting for Grace. Every time we would see his setup at the mall or watched him in the Decatur Christmas parade, Grace would wave excitedly and yell, "Hi, Santa!"
When she sat on his lap this year, the conversation went like this: 

Santa: What do you want?
Grace: I have been a good girl.
Santa: Yes, you have. What do you want for Christmas?
Grace: Do you have any shovels?
Santa: Yes, I do. Would you like a shovel?
Grace: Yes, so I can sweep snow with Daddy.
Santa: What else would you like? A doll?
Grace: (Thinking and scrunching up her mouth.) Hmmm...I want presents!
Santa: Okay.
Grace: I would like a puzzle.
Santa: Ok, a puzzle...

This year, Grace loved watching The Polar Express and eating popcorn. But she was also afraid and wanted to lock the door so Santa wouldn't come in and take her to the North Pole on the train. She told us,  "I don't want to go..." And asked Daddy to check to see that the doors were locked every night before bed. We constantly reminded her that she didn't have to ever go outside unless she wanted to.

On Christmas morning, Grace was afraid of opening her stocking. For some reason, she was sure that there were bees in them... Sometimes, she can be so brave, but the next minute she needs reassurance for the smallest things. 

Trouble at Preschool

Grace's experiences at Little People's Prep School, her first group experiences outside of the orphanage, have definitely been eventful. Grace is on the red light for behavior nearly every day, and I am growing apprehensive each day when I pick her up. Usually, I get a report about her deeds. Here are just a few:

Grace likes hitting and pushing. She will even go up to other children without provocation and push them down. We have seen this firsthand. I think it is her way of initiating a game of tag, but it is much rougher than most of the other children are used to. She is often in time-out and gets numerous warnings during nap time. One day, they told me that she got 7 warnings during nap time because she refused to lay still and rest. I asked about giving her some books or a small toy to play with, but the teachers said that wouldn't be fair to the other children. I really don't care what they think is fair, but they wouldn't budge on this. So, I guess that they will continue to struggle with her during that 2-hour nap time!

Grace talks to herself and others all the time, at home and at pre-school, so she often gets in trouble for this, too. She has wet her pants a couple of times because she didn't want to stop playing to go to the bathroom, she pulled her pants down once in front of some other children, and she took a pair of scissors and started to cut off a girl's very long blonde hair. She has a friend that she likes to play with, Kaylie, but I think they get in trouble together. Despite all of this, Grace loves school, Ms. Teresa, and being around all of the other kids.

She has a lot to learn and unlearn after the rough play and orphanage experiences, but I hope we make progress with this before she starts kindergarten.

The Playground

Well, it took all summer, but Daddy finally got the playground finished. Gracie tells everybody that Daddy made Gracie a playground because "he loves me." We put one of the swings up higher than the other "for Mommy," but she likes to lie on her stomach over that swing. Whenever anyone comes to our house, she says, "Do you want to see my playground? Come here" and grabs their hand. She is so proud.

The Pre-K Conference

I was all prepared for the pre-K conference today...I knew that Gracie wasn't really ready for Kindergarten and I was pretty sure that they would agree. I was so happy when they told me that she was NOT a bully and that there were several other students who really made life difficult for her. They were impressed by the progress they had seen in her language skills, too. Before we left, Gracie gave her teachers all big hugs, and she wanted to take the baby home who had accompanied one of her teachers to the conference. So, it is finalized, Grace will be heading to pre-K in August, probably at Little People's Prep School...

Where Did She Learn to Spit?

Okay, so we have been role-playing with Gracie at home to teach her not to hit. For instance, I will try to take her book, she will say, "No, no! This is my book." Then, if I still take it, she has to go tell Daddy that Mommy took her book. She thinks it is a fun game. Who would have thought that I would be teaching my child to tattle? (Something I despise in my fourth graders.) Well, today the teacher told me that some kids were spitting, and yes, sweet little Gracie was in on it...I talked to her about it when I picked her up, and she admitted that a boy pushed her, she spit on him, then he spit on her. She was very proud of herself for telling the teacher that the boy pushed her...I think we need more practice.

Later at home, Gracie was "helping" Daddy build the playground when out of the blue she spit on him and started laughing hysterically. Daddy immediately put her in time-out on the back step.  Oooohhh...I think she now knows not to spit on Daddy, who tends to be more lenient than Mommy. Do you think it will carry over to school?

Vince's Graduation Celebration

Congratulations were in order, and we finally found a date to get friends and family together to celebrate Vince's graduation from Indiana Wesleyan University. He finished his social work degree, and his final PE credit (Don't ask about that mix-up from an uninformed guidance counselor), and his last class for a Theology minor. I am so glad that he is home, found a job with Head Start, and especially that he lives close by. Adam has been so excited that he decided to move home. I'm sure it is nice for them both to live with their best friend, who just happens to also be their brother. God has matured him over the past 4 years, and he has truly become a man seeking after God. What a wonderful day to celebrate!

Even though it was in the 90s, we played ladder ball, watched the little ones push the bubble mower (Gracie's new gift from Aunt Jill's family), ate Italian beef sandwiches, and watched Grace splash around in the little pool. I'm glad the backyard is shady.

Family