Theology for Three Year Olds

Every so often, about once a week, I like to ask Wren some questions about her understanding of God. Usually, I’m met with a blank stare and a responding question about goldfish or pretzels. However, we’ve been making progress.

Last week, I asked her “Do you know who God is?” She replied, “God is.” I commented that her answer was more profound than she realized and then I’m pretty sure she asked for the iPad.

Then we had the sweetest exchange last night.

Me: Do you know who lives in space?
She: Outer space?
Me: Yes, do you know who lives in outer space?
She: [No response.]
Me: Do astronauts live in outer space?
She: No.
Me: Do aliens live in outer space?
She: No.
Me: Well, then. Who lives in outer space?
She: The planets.

Me: Did you know that we live on planet Earth? And God made the Earth. And God made the moon, the planets and outer space. God made mommy, and God made Wren.
She: God made daddy?
Me: Yes, He did.
She: God made Fauna (her name for Chickadee)?
Me: Yes, He did.
She: God made Susie (our dog)?
Me: Yes, He did.
She: God made the car?
Me: Yes, he made the ore and man processed those materials, and the fossil fuels which run the car.
She: [No response]

Well, it’s a start anyway.

Sleeping Beauties

I was afraid that the three-year old Wren had finally outgrown her naps, but as I write this she is snoozing in her “bed.”

Her little sister is the delicate sleeper.  Once in her crib, she cries as if you’ve just torn a limb from her body.  I guess I have, if she still considers me as one of her appendages.  She was the perfect little sleeper as a newborn.  I remember her sleeping through the night at six weeks and being told by the doctor not to worry.  But then something changed only a month later, and she gave up napping and that’s when the screams began.

We moved Wren out of the shared bedroom and into the playroom and onto the futon.  It was a temporary solution that’s lasted for nearly a year.  Sometimes Wren wants to go back to her old bed, but Chickadee protests.  Wren is the classic toddler tossing to and fro all night long, and this disturbs Chickadee who is also a frightfully light sleeper.

Every night we make the girls hug and kiss and say they love each other.  Despite the many clashings throughout the day, this always resets the mood.  Last week, Wren said, “Nigh-nigh, Fauna.”  She added, “Don’t scream.”

Wren has not always been the easiest to get down for the night either.  She is a snuggly cuddler.  Our most brilliant moment in parenting came when we told her about the princess who sleeps.  And wasn’t Wren a princess?  Doesn’t Wren want to sleep?  I’ve found this trick works to get her in a dress, but I’m astonished it also worked for getting her to remain in her bed.

Sometime not too long ago, Chickadee started napping again.  It has been a welcome respite.  I’m just not ready for Wren to give hers up now.

In Lieu of Blogging

This year, I’ve accomplished a lot of knitting in lieu of blogging and also in lieu of reading for pleasure.  I’m hoping to rectify that last one this month.  I went through my husband’s Nook account, and there are a few titles I’ve downloaded onto my reader:  The Martian by Andy Weir, Redshirts and Old Man’s War by John Scalzi.  These are science fiction, a realm I love to read.  The last time I went on a sci-fi binge like this was roughly five years ago when I discovered Joe Haldeman.

About Race in America and Adoption

Because we were open to transracial adoption (simply put: adopting outside of our race), we were required by our adoption agency to read several books on this topic.  They showed scenarios that were eye-opening.  Why teaching her culture was important.  Who she saw in a mirror might conflict with how she felt.  How my child would be treated in a store would depend on whether she accompanied me or not.

I believe all of the books were written by adoptive parents.

I don’t want to discredit the voices of these parents, because I am one and as such I can learn from them, but where were the voices of the transracial adoptee?  I’ve done a lot of research of my own since, and I have found the voices of many adult transracial adoptees here on the blogosphere.

John Raible, Angela Tucker, Land of a Gazillion Adoptees, among many others.  Somebody get these people a publishing agent!  No, seriously, their stories need to be read by potential transracial adoptive parents. Continue reading

More than Culture Shock

I didn’t intend to make a whole other blog post devoted to the following topic, but I wanted to at least reference it once.  So please bear with me:

On our first venture into town on our vacation, I went into protective mother bear mode.  I don’t think I’ve fully recovered from the Texas incident.  It was all for nothing, though, as the only time we felt out of place was in the poultry section of the local Food Lion, and it had nothing to do with our family that doesn’t match.

I still don’t understand what a person would do with chicken paws.

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Blog Talk

As I mentioned in my last post, there are a few changes coming to this blog.  I’ll keep talking about my family, life in general, and what I consider important issues (usually related to adoption).  The biggest, and perhaps only, change is that I won’t be talking about knitting here anymore.  Oh, I’ll still be knitting, but I’ll be talking about it over at Knit Me for a Loop!

While taking stock of this blog, I came across a couple of posts about race in my draft folder that I wrote last summer and this summer.  They’re a little raw, but I hope you’ll bear with me.   They’ll go up this morning in this order:

1.  More Than Culture Shock : After we returned from our family vacation in the “South” last summer, I wrote about the racial divide among the workforce I noticed there and how this could affect an impressionable child.  This took place amidst the Paula Deen controversy.

2.  About Race in America and Adoption : Shortly after we adopted Wren, Trayvon Martin was killed by his neighborhood watch coordinator.  Two years later this summer, countless more black men and boys made the news as they were killed by police.  In this post, I recognize my white privilege and how one of my daughters will never have it.

An End of Year Update

I feel like I need to write a year in review post, but this won’t be it.  Instead I’ll share how we’ve been these past few months.  Since my last post all those months ago, we celebrated Chickadee’s first birthday.  Then she and I flew to Chicago to celebrate one of my sister’s birthdays.  We’ve also travelled to West Virginia a few times to see family and friends.  We’ve been able to pick up where we left off with our adoption support group after a long hiatus. We hired our first babysitter so we could go to a meeting… to talk about our kids.

Speaking of…  :-)

Chickadee is cutting her teeth out of order.  She’s got most of her incisors and molars.  That’s it.  I’m not sure where the rest of her teeth are.  Finally, at nearly fifteen months, she is a-walkin’.  She remains a very picky eater, preferring spicy curry, spinach, and lamb.  The pungent the better?  Since those items don’t frequent our weekly menu, all she prefers to eat still is applesauce and yoghurt so I asked the doctor if I needed to supplement her diet with vitamins. He wasn’t worried about her so we’ll keep encouraging her to eat our “bland” foods.  This girl is strange.  She is still vehemently opinionated and refuses to nap.  Oh, and she fell into a brick fireplace so the family Christmas photo isn’t going to happen this year.

Wren continues to be the most active little girl ever.  A friend lent us her copy of the movie Frozen, and much to our amazement Wren sat all the way through it.  So, of course, we bought our own copy which comes in handy for doing her hair.  (Seriously, we only own like 20 movies, of which most are trilogies, so this first Disney purchase was a big deal.)  She understands a lot and is communicating better with words.  She’s fiercely independent and quick at learning new skills since she wants to do everything herself.  She can to count to thirty with you, and she’s able to recognize most of the letters.  She’s a daredevil who loves to do “gymnastics” with daddy.  She also likes to recreate the ballet moves we’ve watched together on YouTube.   I think the time has come for us to enroll her in some kind of program.  (Do you have any suggestions?  If so, please leave them in the comments.)

I’ve been doing okay.  In addition to caring for my little girls, here are the two reasons I haven’t been posting much lately:

1.  Church stuff.  We’ve been working with our church to start a new church-wide ministry which launches in a few weeks.  We’ve had to do a lot of research and polling, a lot of prayer and study, and documentation and consequent training.  This has eaten up a huge chunk of time, and we are quite glad to serve this way.

2.  Knitting stuff.  I challenged myself to knit myself a sweater this year, and I did!  Not to mention all of the other knitted items I’ve made this year (this will be perfect material for a yearly recap post).

On another note: notified me this weekend that I’ve been blogging with them for five years.  This blog started off as a way to share my travel adventures with family and has turned into a public family journal.  I think that it’s about time for another shift, and I’ve been bouncing around a few ideas in my head since I don’t think you want to read about how potty training has(n’t) been going so well.  I’ve never been a good writer, but I have enjoyed these writing sessions as a creative outlet so I don’t want to stop altogether.  Well, this is all I can write for now, it’s time for some juice and pretzels.  If I don’t make it back by next week, I wish each one of you a very Merry Christmas!