(For
those of you who have been reading my blogs, the majority of them come from a
place of strength or while in a place of learning and growth. This blog is a little different. Today I
write from a very vulnerable place and from a position of heart ache. I am raw with grief and frustration. Our fostering and adopting journey is real
and some may disagree with what I am writing, but this is my journey and this
is where I am at.)
I have
come to realize that although well intended in my beliefs about this world, I
can be very naive. Over the last couple
of months so many things have unraveled before my eyes. Chaos has crept into every part of my being and
has left me really questioning if love is enough. Don’t take this the wrong way, I still firmly
believe that love is what allows healing, love conquers all, love is desired by
everyone – even those who are incapable of accepting it or giving it. Love is the essential “fatty acid” of our existence
and our souls. But in my naïve nature of
believing I can “save the world” with enough love, I have landed smack on my
face. Sometimes the reality is that love
isn’t enough…
In our
years of being foster parents and caring for those who are in the care of
someone other than their biological parents, we have used love to help kids
overcome and heal from the effects of trauma. Trauma is ugly…. Trauma is
defined as “the condition that produces psychological injury.” It is the
inflictor of scars on a person’s soul. Scars that cannot be masked, cannot be
removed, cannot be forgotten. Trauma can
be big and it can be small but no matter the size, the details, the length of
time it was inflicted or occurred, trauma changes a person. At some point in our lives each and every one
of us experiences something traumatic. It can present itself in the loss of a
loved one, abandonment, war, neglect, abuse, etc. These moments are used to
define who we are and who we become.
Some will use their experience to try and better themselves, help
others, and grow. Others become captives of their trauma – not always by
choice. Their trauma takes hold of them and imprisons them; keeping them from
being able to move forward, starving them of affection, meaningful
relationships, security……LOVE….and so much more.
Thad
and I have welcomed many trauma “victims” into our lives; not only the children
we have brought into our home but those we have been blessed to know through
our friends that are also foster parents.
Over the years we have learned that no two children respond the same to
the trauma they experience. Some of the children have this amazing
strength and resilience about them and they respond to the nurturing, love, and
services of their social workers, foster parents, and even the changes that
their birth parents are making. Other
children struggle for years attaching and bonding with the family they are
adopted into, some need intensive therapies and never fully overcome the scars
marring their soul and causing them to struggle for the rest of their lives.
The
intense scars of trauma are alive and breathing within the walls of my
home. This scarring is none like I have
ever experienced before. I have heard of trauma like this, you know those
‘rare’ cases. I believed that the love we could give and pour upon children
would make a drastic difference in aiding children as they fight their
trauma. I believed that loving someone
enough, pushing them to be their best, pouring out myself to the point of
exhaustion would somehow help that child overcome their trauma, help them to
learn how to receive and accept love, help them to learn how to reciprocate
love, I believed it would help them start to heal. My heart breaks as I write this because I
have hit the wall of reality, full speed ahead.
This collision of reality and hope has created a chaos within me that I
can’t seem to get control of. My love
for a child cannot undo the years upon years of hurt, neglect, etc. Loving a child who does not know how to
accept love, who does not know what true love looks like, who fears love, and
who has no idea how to love in return cannot overcome their trauma with love
alone. Oh how I wish love was enough. I
would give anything for love to be enough right now.
Trauma
is the ugliest thing I have seen. It
rips the innocence from children and replaces the years of carefree bliss with
fear, loss, pain, sorrow, and such deep-seated grief that can truly rob a child
of all hope and happiness. Trauma cannot
be simply overcome by love. We have tried that, we have put forth every ounce
of love we have and it isn’t enough. I
want to scream and shake those birth parents who cause this trauma for these
kids, I want to plead with them to refrain from damaging the spirit of their
child. I want to beg them to rethink their actions, the situations in which they
place their innocent children. I want to show them the end result of what their
actions will do. My heart shatters for
those who have been broken by trauma. At
this moment I feel like I have failed because I am incapable of gluing those
pieces of brokenness back together. Logically I know I did not inflict this
upon this child, but I desperately hoped our love would be enough. I believed
that love had the power to heal all wounds; but love is only a part of that
healing. Sometimes the wounds of trauma are so deep that intensive therapies
are needed even more than love. Sometimes the wounds are too deep to ever
reach….
Dear Heavenly Father,
You know these
children, you know their pain. I know full well that my love will never be
enough but Lord your love is. Your loved
exceeds all other love and your love can heal all things. I ask Lord that your healing takes place in
the souls and spirits of these victims. I pray for the strength to continue
loving without avail and for that love to have a positive impact on those it is
poured out upon. I pray for the future of these children, for their protection.
In Jesus Name,
Amen
