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Though I’d hoped our hectic work schedules would make the
days go quickly, they actually seemed to slow them down. I’d never known time could crawl so slowly. The first year was by far the worst. It wasn’t even the kids and their extreme behaviors
that made my experience so torturous, though there was no lack of stealing, swearing,
spitting, sneaking, slamming, screaming, and sobbing that went on within the
walls of our pretty, white house. No—it
was the fact that I felt so inadequate to help them. Their treatment involved a wide gamut of
specialized teaching on our parts. Coping
strategies, impulse control, appropriate social interaction, family-style
living, and independent living skills were just a small sampling of the
knowledge we were expected to impart to the boys within our care. We were trained and had plenty of support from
our superiors within the organization, but I felt I was personally lacking in a
lot of those areas. How was I supposed
to teach the kids things I was still learning myself?
I couldn’t cut it, and I knew it, but somehow, through enduring a rigorous, day-in, day-out repetition of the chaos and confusion, I woke up one morning no longer feeling so bewildered. It was through the gentle guidance of God, the constant support from my husband, the direction from supervisors, the advice from fellow house parents, the emotional phone calls home, and an unstable-yet-stubborn refusal to throw in the towel, that I was one day able to come out on the other side out of the Adult-O-Matic feeling more confident and comfortable in my adult wardrobe than ever before. Over time, those formidable dark circles on our sign post were eclipsed by our own hard-earned trio of discs, signifying the three years we completed as certified house parents.
When the last days of summer rolled around in our third year
and the kids prepared to go back to school, my husband and I packed up our belongings
and prepared to move on to the next chapter in our lives. As we drove the U-Haul
off the campus grounds and away from the most difficult season I’ve ever
endured, I could honestly say that I finally looked forward to starting my own
family and to taking on the role of mother—a role that, as I write
this, I’ve already occupied for a very precious, very joy-filled seven months. And I’m so happy to be able to say that this
time, it fit right away.
(To view parts 1 & 2, click on the "Older Posts" link below.)
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