Monday, July 30, 2012

Triggers - They're Real

When kids first arrive, they are usually pretty freaked out, to put it nicely.

When their world changes in an instant and they have to cope with every single thing being different, that is when life gets really hard. 

As we get to know each other, a new normal emerges and everyone settles into a routine more or less. 

Except for the triggers. 

Triggers are environmental events that provoke emotions or reactions in a traumatized kid. Wait a minute, not just kids, people.

I found the following definition here on this website:

A trigger is something that sets off a memory tape or flashback transporting the person back to the event of her/his original trauma.

Complications set in when the trauma happened pre-verbal because those triggers provoke intense emotions/pictures that are seemingly unexplainable by the participant. 

From what I have observed in my own children, it seems like a nightmare that you cannot wake up from. And then when you do, you have no idea why you are panting, crying, and feel out of control.

As time goes on and children mature and heal, the triggers become fewer or at least less noticeable. When one of my kids comes in contact with a trigger, the average person wouldn't catch it as the look of panic goes across his/her face. Some of the time I see it, but not always. It is subtle and they control it more and more as they get older.

However, the other night we watched a movie that was intense in nature. We are not extremely strict but we do screen movies for appropriateness. This time, we dropped the ball completely.

And I got a midnight wake up call like I have not experienced before. A shaking, scared to death, weeping child who could not tell me what was wrong. This continued for hours to the point that I wondered if we were going to need some medical intervention. The child eventually calmed down although neither of us got much sleep as the terrors came and went, finally dissipating as the early morning hours gave way to dawn. 

When we woke up, the day went on like nothing had happened. I let the child know that some time we would talk about the hard night. When they were ready. 

Mid-morning, I made the direct correlation from a scene in the movie to a part of our child's story.  I believe a "flashback" happened.

My heart grieves just thinking about it. Those memories trapped inside your head, ready to pop up unannounced. That is scary stuff.

Triggers are a very real part of the traumatized child's life. They run the gamut from a man in a baseball hat, to a garbage truck rumbling by, to a scene in a movie. Not all kids have over the top reactions, but it is good to be aware that triggers exist.

A lot of living happened (before we became a family) that will always be part of our children. When we accept that and choose to help them acknowledge and learn from their past, they will not allow their trauma to define their future. 

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Pictures of the Week 7/22-7/28

 
Power Drive
204 / 365
When the legs get tired, enlist your sister for some power pushing.
Flame Blower
205 / 365
"Helping" Grandpa light the candles. Happy fifth birthday, Trey.
My Workforce
206 / 365
I pressed the big boys into service. 
Someday they will lather to go to the home improvement stores.
They just don't know it yet!
Remote Control
207 / 365
Erik has a hobby building remote control planes. 
Today we got a demo in the driveway.
 
Cutest Little Cowboy
208 / 365
I didn't know they made chaps that little.
TP Bandits
209 / 365
Watch out world. They are a force to be reckoned with.
Goat Love
210 / 365
Kloey fell in love with a Nigerian Dwarf at farm day.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

The Hard Questions

The questions, they come. And grace is the only answer.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Four For Four

July brings birthdays.
First things first, 
the baby moves up in the world. 
It's nice that he gets to go first.
 Because youngest children do not like to wait....for anything.
Micah wanted a train cake. We put our heads together, made a quick trip to the store, a little google-ing, and created our own trains a la cupcakes.
 The big boy is FOUR years old
 By four, there is a good chance those candles might all get blown out!
 Our little visitor enjoyed every last bite.
Micah, not appreciating that the visiting baby was garnering all eyes and attention, promptly followed suit and asked for a picture. Oh, Micah-do, you are forever my baby!
 When you are a year older, bling comes easy.
 How in the world do they know these things?
 Every year, my twins emerge. 
This year gave me two fantastic four year olds 
for four whole days.
 Come the 23rd, Trey's birth day arrived. Five is quite a milestone!
 We had a family party and enjoyed celebrating with the little boys.
 Big sister called to give the birthday boys her love.
 Love ya lots, big sister!
 Grandpa and Trey lit the candles together.

 Can he do it?

Going in for the final blow.
 Ice cream cakes rock.
 Right around "five", a rite of passage occurred. 
Trey became completely independent on two wheels.
 Turns. Starts. Stops.
No turning back.
My babies are long gone now. 
To manhood and beyond!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Me, 14, And My Not-So-Magic Mother Moment

It's no secret around here.

Me and 14 are like oil and water.

For girls, it is more like 13 but let's round up for goodness sake.

'Cause when they are 13, they are going on 23 anyway.

The girls, that is.
 I cannot find a "13" picture of Lindsey. I think that was before the digital age and I'm not in the mood to look through 30,000 photos. Thirteen for her was boys, and giggles, and flirting. Oh my, we laugh about it now.  She always told me sooner or later about most things because her conscience got the better of her. We survived that year and moved on beautifully.
Now boys are a difference ball of wax altogether. My understanding was limited mostly because I'm a girl and they aren't.
Jerrod spent "14" seemingly angry and and pensive. His growing pains and oncoming manhood were nothing I could relate to. 
He stretched me big time and when it was over, a really good kid that was there all along came back, and asked if we could be friends. We weathered the storms and found the rainbow.
You can imagine my fear and trepidation I felt on round number three. Lord, help me.
Erik discovered his giftings.
Found and finessed his addictions.
He kept his smile while he pushed every one of my buttons and stretched our family with his growing pains. Big time.
And emerged an excellent capable young man. A sigh of relief was an understatement when fifteen arrived. The end of the tunnel is within reach and we can only go up from here.
Now the fourth go-round has begun.

You know how there is a certain age where they start to trail behind at Wally-world?

Just enough so you start to wonder if they don't want to be seen with you?

Well, that happened with Erika the other day.

Wanna know what I said? 

It was a douzy.

I said, "Hey, at least you can pretend to not know me and everyone will believe you because we don't look alike."

Yep.

I'm definitely NOT a proud adoptive mother.

While it was true, it wasn't necessary, nor kind.

It's a darn good thing I have a lot more practicing on the horizon.

Maybe I'll conquer "14" by the time the tenth one makes it through.

Just maybe.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Pictures of the Week 7/8-7/14

  VBS Kid's Worship Team
197 / 365
Kloey got to dance in the aisles.
Ocean Fun
198 / 365
The girls used their long hair to fling some water around.
A New Gap
199 / 365
Joshua pulled out his tooth. 
Although he has lost teeth before, this was a first in our presence.
  Summer Fun
200 / 365
A beautiful night to play in the yard.
Birthday Boy
201 / 365
My baby no longer.
What's In Your Front Yard
202 / 365
My beauties were gazing at clouds and imagining all sorts of shapes and things
Suspended  
203 / 365  
We watched a spider flying through the air as he wove his web.