I sat on my bed in a darkened bedroom crying my eyes out. I had once again been rejected by my young son we had adopted. I felt like we were continually pouring love and affection on him, only for him to stare blankly and stiffen every time we tried to hug him. He had been rejected and hurt too many times in his young life and the wounds were deep. I knew this. I was the adult and should be able to rise above this petty little issue, right? But in my hurt and frustration I named myself a failure. Shallow. Selfish.
A few days later, a fellow desperate adoptive mom called me in tears, as well. “I don’t even like my child! How am I supposed to love her? Maybe we never should have adopted her. Maybe she should be in a different home that can love her.” This mother was singing my song of desperation. And while I grieved with her, relief washed over me. I was not alone. And from there, the firm conviction that we needed to get together and share our doubts, frustrations, and fears with others was born.
What brings you to tears of frustration, doubt, anger, guilt? The child with special needs? Raising a large family? Health issues? Weariness from parenting young children? You were not designed to shoulder these trials alone! God created us for community, to encourage each other. Maybe you have walked through a valley and are on the mountaintop now. Share your experience and wisdom with others!
Look for other moms with similar trials in church, at the playground, your child’s school, in the grocery store. Be willing to be a bit vulnerable and share your pain. And bold enough to share your phone number. Ask for wisdom and help from an older mother.
This weekend we held our first foster/adoptive parent retreat for our county. We scheduled child development professionals to address the group about some of the challenges our families face, balanced by plenty of free time for the parents to visit with others and also to rest.
Frustrations and challenges were shared. But we did not walk away with our burdens. We created a community. One family summarized their weekend: “We found our people.” We left with phone numbers, plans to meet again, and hope.
After returning home from the retreat, I was tucking my little boy in to bed. The same little boy who did not know how to return love and affection two years ago. We had spent the weekend apart and were reconnecting. As he snuggled in, he reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck and murmured, “I’m glad to be home.” Me, too, buddy.
You just finished reading the blog post The Need for Community by Julia DesCarpentrie. What’s next?
Have you found your community? Moms need support from other moms!
Think of an older woman you know. Call her this week. (If YOU are the more experienced mom, think of a younger mom and ask her to meet you for coffee.)
Know a mom looking for community? Share this post with her!