Whose RAD Is It Anyway?

Over the last couple of months, I've spent some time with a few psychologists doing basic routine assessments for a few of my kids. 

Not sure if I reported it here or on FB, (too lazy to go back and look it up) but one meeting included me having a serious discussion on the developmental aspects of my Chinese adoptee with only one loopy dangley earring. The other ear: naked. Call me a crazy homeschooling mother of many, why don't you?

The other psychologist? She was not impressed with our less than "typical" lifestyle with under the breath comments like, "That's a passel of kids. You certainly have your hands full" and "So your child doesn't have any friends because you never socialize with other kids" after I relayed the multitude of activities we participate in on a weekly basis. Swallow hard, carry on.

When your kids come to you at 8 years, or 5 years, or 5 weeks old for that matter, a lot has happened in their lives. More than we will ever know and it is advantageous to gather as much information in every possible way. 

Being informed helps us

understand the past,
deal with the present,
plan for the future.

As I was talking to the psychologist about my child, she had the nerve to suggest that during a particularly prickly stage with my child, the bonding and attachment was compromised. Not the child's. Mine. Ouch. I took that nugget home to think about with my tail between my legs.

Yes, she actually said I have attachment issues. 

Time for: (Insert deep announcer's voice) 

Confessions of an Adoptive Mom:

I love my children. I really do.

Yet sometimes, there is one that is very hard to like.

All that history that I wasn't part of?

It gets in the way.

Of my understanding. It disrupts my compassion. 

And the truth of it all?

God has given me a vehicle for growth. 

A way to learn more about how Jesus loved the unlovable.

And He did exactly that in the best possible way.