
What a morning! This morning, Shelli and I had a meeting with a behavior specialist for the boys. The boys have been acting out at school so, I thought it would be pro-active to set up a meeting to have them evaluated, in hopes of not only getting the boys help, but also to help us better facilitate their needs and stay sane at the same time. I don’t often blog about things like this however, it’s a part of our life and it’s something that weighs heavy on me – daily!
The meeting was at 9am. We dropped Zoe off at school and then headed over to the meeting. We asked the boys teachers to come (and they gladly obliged!). I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but so far so good. The teachers were there, the boys' case worker was there, and we were all waiting on the doctor. The psychologist came out and introduced himself and then took all of us back to his office. Shelli stayed with the kids so the adults could talk without the kids present. As I was sitting in the office, to my left was the doctor, to my right was the kid’s caseworker, and in front of me was Luis and Christian’s school teachers. The doctor starts asking me all these questions and I felt myself starting to get emotional. I was a little overwhelmed thinking, here I am sitting in this room with all these people who are there for the boys, and I want to help, yet these kids belong to someone else. Where are their biological parents? Why aren’t they here? What could possibly be more important then being there for YOUR kids? Instead, I’m there with all my notes, paperwork, and everything else they requested I bring. Their mother couldn't even take the time to complete the paperwork, but I'm there, the teachers are there, and Shelli even took the morning off to attend the meeting. What is wrong with this picture? The parents were advised of the appointment, and were asked to attend. But, needless to say, they didn't show up.
After about an hour of talking with the teachers, caseworker, and the doctor, they brought in Shelli and the boys. It didn’t take long for Luis to show his true colors as he threw a fit in front of everyone. I again sat there helpless. The doctor says, “Leave him!”, I turn my face trying to focus on something outside still listening to what is going on around me while the doctor writes notes on what is taking place. I love these boys very much but to re-hash their past and the absence of parenting is hard for me to digest. I try to look forward in a positive manner. I want so badly to erase all the bad that has ever happened to them. They both have issues and have no clue how to deal with them; all they know is what they've taught themselves. I struggle right beside them, I want to hug them, kiss them, heal them and most of all I want to help them. How can these kids not be angry? They haven’t had the easiest life, and the damage is done.
By the time the meeting was over, I was heavy hearted and wanted to run, not walk out of there. Of course the boys qualify for behavioral services, which will begin immediately. I truly hope by starting now and getting them the help they need, when they are a little older they will have learned healthy ways to work past their anger and frustration. I don’t ever want them to be labeled as 'trouble' or 'slow' or any other negative connotation. I want them to be strong, independent, loving, articulate, and passionate boys. I want them to be able to stand on their own two feet and make good choices in life.
Shelli and I dropped the boys at school after the meeting and went to lunch before picking Zoe up. I don’t think either of us said much. I try to hold on to all the good times we've have as a family of five. I don’t want to dwell but I sometimes feel I’ve hit a wall and don’t know what else to do. I’ve never had to deal with anything like this. It’s so complex. I’ve learned so much about myself over the past 8 months. I have pulled things out of me that I never knew I had and as tired as I am, and broken down that I feel, I know this is what I am supposed to be doing right now in my life. Luis and Christian need me and if I can help them at this time in their lives, then it's worth a little discomfort for me, and surely I will heal much faster then they ever will.