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The Perspective Of Trauma


Recently, we have seen so many photos like this one.  We have heard the videos and audio samples of wailing children separated from loved ones as the families were confronted by US Border Patrol.  I want to make one thing perfectly clear, as I will limit comments strictly to the children, this post is not about the fact that the acts that led to this situation were illegal entry into the United States.  No one can deny that.  This post however, is about the horrific treatment of the children.

Now take a look at these two photos.  Just as the photo above, the children are being subjected to a forced separation.  But there is one major difference.

VERSUS

While both of my daughters, who are adopted from China, were “abandoned,” which at some point my daughters will most likely have to reconcile that time in their lives, for a brief time in their lives, they were in the care of someone who truly meant everything to them, and in an instant, they were gone, and the children were placed in the arms of a stranger.  It made no difference that I had made the commitment to love and care for each of my daughters for the rest of our lives.  Even as infants, I was taking them from the only people they knew, and relied on.

In the time that followed, there would be occasional issues of stress from the memories of the trauma, something called a “night terror.”  Any parent who has ever witnessed this type of episode, best described as worse than an actual nightmare, the child experiencing the night terror exhibits intense fear, shrieking screams, flailing arms and legs, just to describe some of the actions.

But make no mistake, these often are the result of some sort of trauma.  And for small children, whose brains are in no way developed to deal with this intense stress, the lingering and late effects of this trauma, can have a profound impact that can and most likely will affect the child for the rest of their lives.

The other major difference however, is how the children are dealt with following that initial trauma.  Is there constant nurturing following the separation?  Is there an opportunity for the child to establish and build a new bond of trust before the trauma becomes overwhelming?

While I cannot speak for other adoptions, speaking for my daughters, the answers are “yes”.  I was able to respond to their cries of fear and sadness.  I was able to comfort them and hold them.  I spent the next six months after their adoption bonding with them every moment I could, one on one.  They learned through consistency that I was someone who they could trust, someone who was not going to hurt them, someone who would protect them.  While our family unit structure has changed in recent years, my daughters continue to grow with a loving father, showing no signs or issues from the traumatic events that they experienced over a decade ago.

But when it comes to the more than 2000 children who have been separated from their actual family members, it is going to be a much different story.  Federal workers are not allowed to comfort or console the children.  Instead of a cozy home, the children are kept in cages (there is no other way to describe the enclosures).  There is no one on one comforting or nurturing.  If they are lucky, perhaps another child may give the hug and comfort that is desperately needed.  The emotional trauma and the lack of consolation is going to impact these children for the rest of their lives.

I get why the parents of these migrant children wanted to come to the United States.  Both of my daughters came from similar environments, a mother hoping for better for her children.  People often comment how “lucky” my children are.  No, they are not lucky.  They were taken from everything they knew.  They did not volunteer.  But where I am lucky, is that they do not harbor any resentment for adopting them.  Where I am lucky, is that I am a proud father of two beautiful and well adjusted children.  Where I am lucky, we are family.

Our government has realized, and perhaps too late for some, their actions of splitting up the children from the families after crossing the border was a mistake, a huge mistake.  The children were pawns in an attempt at immigration reform, and the price came at the children’s expense.  And there are no doubts this will have a negative impact on most of the children, if not all.  At least, the separations have stopped, but what happens next is just as upsetting, and really, disgraceful.  If you study history, look up “Japanese Internment Camps” and you will see that this will most likely be the next step in dealing with the illegal immigration situation and not splitting up families.  And if by some chance this does not happen, the most immediate and daunting, if not impossible task, is reuniting the children with their loved ones.  It is encouraging that it is reported that of the 2300 separated children, 500 have been reunited.  But for others, the odds are not good because of lack of documentation and communication.

As I mentioned, as part of the adoption process, my daughters had to officially been declared “abandoned.”  And China had a process for proving such a horrific status.  And once deemed official, the adoption could commence.  But with “abandoning” a child being illegal in China, locating either parent is next to impossible as the parent would likely be arrested if they ever came forward.  That does not mean that I have not taken steps to make it possible one day, if my daughters so choose, to try to locate their biological parents.  In the movie “Somewhere Between” (which my oldest daughter makes a cameo appearance), one of the children in the movie actually locates her birth parents (sorry for the spoiler alert), so I know that it can be done, difficult, but not impossible.

But with the nightmare unfolding with these migrant children, it has been discovered that for many, even most, there is no documentation or information of what children belong to what family, how to reunite the children with their family, and worse, having no idea where the children have even been sent to.  Government agencies and the companies operating the detention centers offer no transparency, clearly because they have royally f*cked up!  And clearly, they have no idea how to undo what they have done.  Shit!  The governor of New York was not even aware, that he has over 700 of these separated children in the New York foster system, because HHS has issued a gag order on the foster system.  Clearly, this is wrong and our government knows it.

Again, the argument is not about what is legal immigration and what is not.  We know the difference.  But having been to a country where things are not good, and as a man who has some religious faith, I have no right to judge another, especially one who wants nothing more than a better life for their children, and the risks they are willing to be exposed to, to have that better life.  Their only fault, was thinking what we have always believed, that the United States were a compassionate people, protector of human rights, especially children.

But here is what I will say, and if it is considered judgment, so be it.  If you listen to the audio of the children’s cries, stare at the photos of the children in cages, and all you can say is, “it was the parent’s fault” or “they crossed illegally and knew the risks”, and not be a voice to speak up for the children, I feel sorry for you being so heartless.  And unlike Tucker Carlson who said, and I am paraphrasing, “if you don’t have kids, you don’t have to feel sorry for these children,” we are a better country than this, especially if you are going to hide behind biblical scripture.

Happy Father’s Day


Father’s Day is a bittersweet day for me.  I miss my Dad who passed away from lung cancer four years ago.  But it is also one of the most special days for me, because of my two daughters that I am blessed to have in my life.  I appreciate every moment I get to spend with them, learn from them, laugh with them, and watch them grow.

I wish every Dad able to celebrate Father’s Day a wonderful and memorable day.  For those unable to be with their children for such tragic reasons as death, or parental alienation, my heart goes out to each and every one of you.

If you are celebrating Father’s Day with your Dad, make it a good one.  And if you are spending the day remembering your father, do so with the warmest memories possible.

Happy Father’s Day everyone.

The Different Sides Of Dad


The most important responsibility in my life, is clearly that of raising my daughters.  Several years ago, how we took that path changed, when our family went through the divorce process.  But my goal for my daughters has remained the same as the day they were each placed in my arms, to prepare them as best as I can for the life ahead of them.

From the beginning, I have expected a few things of my daughters as far as behavior, to understand the importance of respect, love, trust, and honesty.  Early on in their younger childhood, if you asked them how they would describe me, it would not be uncommon to hear them say, “he is the ‘no’ Daddy.”  This was in reference to a common response when asked if they could have something or do something.  In fact, I would probably guess, my answer was usually “no” 90% of the time.  I did not do that to be mean.  My outlook was this, that I would rather have them hear the word “no”, than have them be disappointed or worse, throw a tantrum, and be surprised and excited when I do say “yes.”  How many parents have been witnessed dealing in the public with a set plan, only to have to be delayed when a child simply does not understand why a particular moment that a parent was not able to give the child what they desired whether any circumstances like time, money, or simply because.

As I said, my children were told “no” often.  However, there was one time, that I did say “yes”, to allow my daughter to play a “claw” type machine, something no matter how much I tried to convince my daughters was nearly impossible to win, they were determined to prove me wrong.  And on this day, not only was I proven wrong, but on one grab, my daughter actually pulled 2 toys from the bin.  “See Daddy, the machine is not broken.”  And yes, I did return back to “no” responses following the “claw incident”.  This is not to say that my daughters did not have fun.  They have had plenty.

But as they entered school, their characters, personalities, and their reputations had already been formed.  Going into this phase of their life was exciting for me because one of the greatest responsibilities any parent has, is to make sure their children get a quality education.  I began reading to them when they were babies.  We built things together.  And when they brought their first homework assignment home, we sat at the table and worked on the homework together.  Admittedly, I probably learned quite a bit myself as things are taught much differently these days.

Now, nine years into their education, they are blossoming, advancing further with their abilities than perhaps their parents combined.  They know the efforts that they put in, and I make sure they know how proud I am with each report card I witness.

Of course, in the later years of education, preparing for their future education and the decisions that will be made affecting each new year are very important.  As a parent, of course I want them to do well.  This year, was the first year that I actually heard from either daughter, what they might be leaning towards as their future aspiration.  I am very excited and have assured them that I will do all that I can to help them achieve their dreams.  Of course, the next step for them will most likely be college.  On her own, one of my daughters is looking for more ways to challenge her education and actually wrote emails to her teachers, seeking support for higher levels of learning.  I assisted her with the correct language to use with her request, that it would ultimately be left to her teachers to stop and think about the request, and determine without bias if she were in fact ready to advance.  Instead of writing “I would like to be moved up…”, she wrote, “I was wondering if you would consider moving me up…”.  In other words, instead of telling the teacher what she wanted, asking the teacher for her opinion would be the more respectful approach.  As of today, both are assisting her with that very possibility.

So now I spend time, helping them when asked.  They are quite independent right now, but I follow their grades closely, looking for signs when they might be struggling.  We are lucky that school teachers and administrators all work together with us, in trying to deal with things as they come up.  Keeping them on the right path scholastically, will make it much easier to decide where they will go following high school graduation.  And they do think about that.

During one of their visits with me, I was asked if there are colleges in the state where I live.  I explained there were quite a lot of them.  I do not really have a preference where they go, well, Penn State would be great, or any Florida school, but ultimately it will come down to their major of study and what is best for them.  But I am encouraged with the fact that they are at least thinking about life after high school.

With the gears of their education just rolling along as they are hoped for, I spend a lot of time now, preparing them about “life lessons”.  It is one thing to be “book” smart, it is another thing to be “street” smart, and it is a good thing to be both.  I have always wanted my daughters to have opportunities and experiences that I did not have.  But I also wanted them to know how things in life could affect them.  The obvious two are dating and money.

I will admit, I am not ready to hear the words “boyfriend”, “on a date”, “kiss”, or anything else that I cannot stop from happening.  Which is why it is important that they learn from me, just as trust, respect, and honesty have always been important pre-dating, they become even more important once the socialization process begins.  I have told them, anyone interested in them, must respect them.  That means, opening doors, giving flowers, being polite, perhaps carrying school books.  Oh, yeah, and not letting anyone break their hearts.  I know that last one is a tough one, but having had a wonderful babysitter, who was an excellent role model, they understand how important it is to focus on school first before really getting serious about a relationship.

And that just leaves money, and learning how to handle it.  I do what I can to teach them about saving money, learning the difference between “want” and “need”.  They are being taught how to live without, and appreciate and care for what they have.  And if able, to have some fun if resources allow.

I took them to an event last year that both were so excited to attend.  They both brought their own money with the intent that they would buy something there to remember their visit.  But the lesson that they got that day, is something that I know has stuck with them since.  I explained there would be no time limit.  We were there and I encouraged them that they walk the entire floor first, before spending any money.  It would definitely have been too easy to go through all of the money within five minute with everything that caught their eye.  There was only one exception to my request, that if they saw something that they really wanted, and might not be available when we came around the second time, was it something that they would literally cease to exist without before we got back around if it were no longer available, then they could purchase that item.

Together they actually encouraged each other and supported each other on their decisions.  And even after making their purchases the second time around, they still left with well over 60% of the money they brought.  They are now both concentrating on saving money, whether it be by earning cash from chores, or gifts, or simply the change in their pockets.

My hope is that they learn, not to “write a check that their stomach cannot cash.”  In other words, if you do not have the money for something you want, do not extend yourself using credit.  Save, and give it a shot on another day when you have the ability to afford it.  I explained to them how easy it is to get deep into debt so quickly, and unable to get out.  Learn to do without, learn to control want.  Take care of what you need.

I am so proud of my daughters and how they are growing.  And yes, I will take a lot of credit for that.  Though to be fair, they are the ones doing the work.

 

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