Ruined Birthdays and Changed Perspectives, You Know, the Usual

When it comes down to it, my oldest child, Child A, ruined my birthday.  But don't worry, I know how ridiculous this sounds as I'm an adult in my late 30s and Child A is a 9 year old with special needs.

The thing with my birthday was, I kept trying to make the day NOT about my birthday.  We had family in town and they wanted me to have a special day.  It was incredibly thoughtful, however, since we had the 4 kids and my husband had to work, I wanted it to be as normal and not special as possible.  We tried to all go out and have a nice family nature walk (without my husband) and it ended with Child A refusing to leave the car and eventually becoming so mad they threw rocks at me.  Granted, they only hit my feet, but these weren't pebbles - they were rocks.  At another point in the day, Child A was so unhappy that they had to do everything our large group was doing and ran as fast as they could into a busy street.  Needless to say, ALL activities were cut short and we all came home in grumpy moods.  I tried to insist that my family leave me with the kids or at least Child A and go out and do something fun, but the mood had changed and they were now afraid to leave me alone with Child A.  Ah, motherhood, or more specifically, step-motherhood.

My husband left work a little early when he heard the panic and anger in my voice and then when he came home, in my opinion, proceeded to baby and coddle Child A.  Well, you can guess how that made me feel.  I was suddenly furious with my husband.  This wasn't new behavior.  I see something really messed up and when I ask him to discipline it turns into hugs and giggling.  I think this was the event that truly ruined my day, so maybe I need to say my husband AND our oldest ruined my day.  OK, I'm mostly joking - I know that deep down No One can ruin my day, except for me.  Only I can control how I feel and react and this day taught me that I had a LONG way to go with controlling my emotions, especially as the 'adult in this scenario.'

When I saw my husband barely discipline Child A and the two of them proceed to joke, I interrupted this maddening, sweet moment to talk to my husband alone.  Yes, I lost it.  I was so angry, that yet again, Child A had manipulated my husband and no lesson was learned.  It didn't help that as we argued, Child A stood outside the door yelling that they were hungry and needed food right that second.  My mom offered Child A some veggies and Child A refused saying they wanted pizza.  I could barely think straight I was so incensed.  The evening ended with my husband taking the kids back to their mother's house and us barely speaking.

Now, let me tell the good news.

For the last year we have been trying to diagnosis and figure out Child A.  Nothing fit or made sense.  My husband wasn't too concerned, because he had so much love for this child he was sure that if we just let Child A feel love, it would all work out.  Turns out, he wasn't too off on this one.  The child's mother had a genetic test done and showed that Child A has a syndrome closely related to Down Syndrome.  This syndrome usually manifests in horrible health problems and low IQs.  Our child wasn't diagnosed because Child A is actually a very advanced, mild case which is really rare.

We found this out a few days after my birthday and, suddenly my perspective shifted completely.  Instead of becoming so irate and frustrated with Child A, I felt gratitude that their case was so light and that this child was as advanced as they were.  There were no huge health issues and Child A can pretty much function in public school (with half special ed courses).  When I read about other children with the same syndrome, my heart broke and I counted all of us to be so blessed that we lucked out with Child A.  I NEVER thought I'd say that about this kid.

Things are completely different now for me because of this changed perspective.  I have more patience and am more protective of Child A.  I still discipline and occasionally (read: a lot of the time) lose my temper, but I make sure Child A is treated fairly considering their mental disability.  This child has turned into a walking miracle for me.  I am in awe of their progress and how they function in life.  The Doctor's said it was unheard of for children with this syndrome to go 9 years without a diagnosis, because usually, these children spend their whole lives in the hospital.

Isn't it crazy how a slight change in perspective (in our case, a few DNA strands testing a certain way) can change everything?  I am so grateful and when I think back on my silly birthday, I think about how well Child A acted, all things considered.  I don't have the biological love that my husband has for this child, but this diagnosis helps me feel more of the love my husband had all along.  It was such an answer to a prayer, as I  have been praying to have more compassion and love for this child and through this scientific diagnosis, I do.  I am just so grateful that Heavenly Father is so patient with me.  He knew all along what ailed this child and thank goodness he gave this child a patient, loving father here on earth to be the advocate and protector.  Man, I can be such a jerk!  Hopefully I'll always remember this when my calm, sweet husband does something that I deem 'too sweet' or 'too soft.'  But, knowing me, it might not happen right away.

Guess What? Heavenly Father Didn't Forget Me (duh, me!)

This last week has been so different from the last few months and I really think Elder Bednar's Talk quick started it.  My friend who suggested I listen to the Europe Sister's meeting was the friend I mentioned who seemed to go through harder trials than I have and when I need support her words and stories always comfort me.  I've said this to her and I'm sure I've written this, but in a weird way I'm glad she went through those trials.  No wait, that's not what I meant!  I am so grateful that when I have something I'm struggling with I was blessed with a friend who can show empathy and by sharing her experiences, my pain is lifted and I feel more peace.  I should send her flowers.

I feel so much closer to my Father in Heaven and I think writing about wanting to have a desire to be close to Him and telling those close to me I am struggling with this helped a ton.  Being honest that I didn't feel Him as of late and more than anything wanting those feeling back led to an outpouring of empathy, advice and council.  Thank goodness I admitted to it, because in all honesty, I felt really guilty and kind of horrible (as usual) about it.  I'm a return missionary and have never been inactive and yet I felt like I was just going through the motions of what I was supposed to do when it came to church stuff.  My testimony was intact and the thought of skipping church was never a question but I just didn't feel that spiritual connection I used to feel.  This connection was what used to allow me to feel joy and comfort even when I was sad.  It was like an armor that I had on constantly and usually didn't need but when I did need it, it kicked in and I felt immediate protection.

Struggling with infertility, finances, jobs, step-kids and ex-spouses had made me feel like prayers and fasting don't really work.  (I know, it's a wonder I haven't been struck down yet.)  I'm willing to do them and I haven't stopped praying but I just felt like they were useless.  (Again, I can't believe my computer hasn't exploded for writing these things.)  Thank goodness Heavenly Father is so patient with me and not only has He not struck me down but he's actually proved me wrong.  On Friday I did a session in the temple and before the session I wrote down some names for the prayer roll.  When I left the temple I had a text from one of those people out of the blue letting me know that things in life were looking good for them.  It made me want to cry.  Who cares if I'm not seeing results from my prayers, Heavenly Father blessing those I love seemed way more important and made me feel better than if He had answered ALL of my prayers.

But, He is aware of me and my little family.  We are in the process of renovating a house and at the moment 90% of our belongings are in storage. When we got the unit we were assigned to the second floor, even though there were slots open on the first floor.  I grumbled because it was more work waiting for the hot, stuffy elevator every time we loaded and unloaded.  Last week I received an email from our storage unit saying because of harsh rains the first floor had flooded and the first floor occupants had to move to the second floor.  I went to check out our unit just in case and the parking lot was full of moving vans and really angry people.  I saw as they carried out ruined paintings and furniture and a lot of their belongings were thrown away.  Suddenly I had a strong feeling that Heavenly Father was aware of me and He spared of us this because He was very involved in my life.  This little thing that I had complained about was now a huge blessing.

Also, last week, I had another friend come into town to just hang out and help me with everyday boring life.  She helped renovate the house we are working on, took care of the kids and made me laugh.  She herself is going through some crazy, hard trials and putting her life on hold to help me made me realize what a baby I was being and feel enormous gratitude for her and Heavenly Father.  I felt joy and things like reading the kids a story or taking them to a museum turned into something fun that we all enjoyed.  

And for the first time in a LONG time I started to look forward to seeing the kids.  Knowing I'd see them in 30 minutes made me smile like it used to in the old days.  Of course I still wasn't the perfect little step mom.  I lost it when our 5 year old, who has a problem with compulsive lying and bullying the youngest child, made the youngest cry and lied about it.  I try not to use the "H" word but I found myself yelling, 'I hate it when you lie!  Stop lying to my face!'  But, baby steps, right?  I'm excited to see them all today, even the liar.  The thing with this child is that they are #3 of 4 and completely forgotten (most of the time).  I think the lies and bullying comes from a desperation for attention.  I should be more patient knowing this, but I can only handle so much before I lose it.  I need more General Authority talks . . .  and ha! it's General Conference this weekend -- perfect timing.  Wait, was that another prayer answered?

Struggling with Infertility + Step-Parenting = Not Fun

I have watched many people close to me struggle with infertility and they always seemed so positive or they acted like it wasn't a big deal, just one of those things that happens.  For 18 months we have been trying to get pregnant and I am now in awe of those people.  It is heart breaking and frustrating and every month you go through the same hope, even as you feel PMS creep up, and then sadness.  When people ask me if I want my own children, since I have four already, I always politely smile and say, 'Yes.'  However, when family or friends ask, I have less dignity and tell them 'Yes! and it's not happening and this is really hard!'

When my husband and I first got married, I thought, 'Well, if I can't have my own children I don't want to pursue intense fertility treatments, I'll just accept that it's not meant to be.'  My husband even seemed to like this idea.  I thought that my feelings for my step-children would meet any motherly desire.  And you know what, they might in the end because I don't know what's going to happen in the future.  But right now, today, after 18 failed attempts, I am struggling.  

I was almost 35 when we got married and I knew it was possible my age could be an issue but I also thought in the back of my head, 'But I'm sure I can get pregnant.'   When it didn't happen the range of emotions started with disappointment, melancholy and then worst of all, feeling like a failure.  Irrational as it may be, I felt like a failure for not producing a child, especially since my husband tried 4 times and had 4 kids with his Ex (the Ex even had a child with her boyfriend, so this lady apparently can't Not get pregnant).  Sobbing on the bed became a monthly ritual that I did in secret.  

Loving and sweet as my husband is, he just didn't understand what I was going through.  He and I were is completely different worlds.  He was a father to 4 young children who were VERY close in age, so his parental needs were met (and then maybe exceeded) at an early age and he had 8 years of intense parenting under his belt.  He had experienced pregnancy and child birth as a parent and raising a child from infancy on and he was still exhausted from it.  The thought of starting ALL over again wasn't as appealing and I don't blame him.  After a weekend with the kids I'm so tired I want to cry and I can't believe people do this and survive without having breaks.  But I still want this for myself (I guess I hate sleep and date nights).  

As months went by and still no baby, my emotions turned to frustration, impatience and resentment.  I felt forgotten by Heavenly Father and slowly I started to take it out on the children.  Not in an abusive way, Obviously, but I snapped at them more, I became stricter but not more loving and I had no patience.  As soon as they arrived at our home I would find something to be angry about (literally spilt milk, and Yes! I know what they say about spilt milk! ugh!) and I felt justified in my snappy mood.  My husband confronted me about a month ago, asking what was wrong because I was treating the children so differently.  I knew I was but I had no explanation.

In the past when I had problems with needing more love for the kids I would just pray for it and this always worked.  I was now on my knees pleading with Heavenly Father every night to give me more love and nothing was happening.  In my heart I wanted to be my old, patient self, I wanted to change, but I felt like my prayers were being ignored as I grew even MORE impatient.  

This wasn't fair to my husband or the children.  I have never felt more out of control of my emotions and I needed help.  So, recently I met with a therapist (more than once) and had some deep, personal revelations.  The most important being this: my snappy temperament wasn't because the kids were naughty, it was deeper than that, I was angry at God for not blessing me with a child and taking this out on the kids.  As soon as we had this breakthrough I felt awful because it was spot on.  I really AM a horrible person!  Yes, the kids are hyper and naughty at times but they needed someone who didn't yell or lose it over small things.  I had become the wicked stepmother and they still loved me!  Don't worry, I want to kick myself everyday.    

What to do now?

Well, yesterday was better.  Recognizing that I have become grouchier and why has helped a ton.  When I felt myself getting impatient, I could step back and think, is this really something bad or am I taking out my frustrations on this child?  Or as soon as my voice started to get louder I could stop and think, 'could I whisper this and get the same result?'  (the answer was always Yes).  I see that this could be something I have to continually work on, maybe forever, but it makes me happier and I know it makes my husband and the kids happier.  

As far as infertility, I don't know what will happen.  There are so many women who aren't able to have children and their lives go on, in fact I bet a lot of them have figured out how to be truly happy.  I have no right to demand or expect a biological child from my Heavenly Father.  Everyone has trials and some are heart breaking and some never go away, I just need to remember it's how I handle them that matters to God.  But do you know what also helps? Hearing about some Hollywood actress who had a baby in her mid-40s.  

Is Your Life Like Mine?

8:oo AM Sunday morning: My hair is in a messy top-knot that I slept in the night before, wearing a slip and considering this 'half-way ready,' feeding four demanding kids ages 2 to 8, serving food, getting drinks, serving them seconds and then going from cild-to-child trying to brush their hair while they eat (which isn't fun for the brusher or the brush-ee).  Sacrament starts in 1 hour and I think, once again, we are going to be late.  I'm stressed, short on patience and feel like a jerk.  My husband?  He's in the bathroom, taking twice as long to get ready than me.  Probably sounds like a typical LDS family with lots of little kids, except for one thing.  These aren't my kids.  I've been in their lives for a little over a year and I have no idea what I'm doing.  I'm a new-step mom and I'd say I love it 25% of the time, like it 25% of the time, am neutral 25% of the time and struggle with/ hate it the other 25%.

There, I said it.

I have a friend who has been through a lot of the same trials that I have been through, only hers were worse and happened before mine.  I find that when I'm struggling with something, if I talk to her and ask how she handled it and how she feels now, I'm immediately comforted.  I don't know if there are other people in my situation but I have found that when I bluntly discuss (AKA complain) what I'm going through, I feel a mini release of tension and a little better.  There's also something about commiserating with other people, at least for me, where I don't feel so alone and can maybe hear some words of comfort. 

I am attempting to make this blog as anonymous as possible so I can be frank about my struggles without hurting my husband or childrens' feelings.  I must say, with the few LDS step-moms I've talked to, it feels so good to say that one of my step-kids is being a jerk and I struggle to love them, without feeling judged or horrible (even though I AM horrible).  I want to be a good step-mom but right now, I mostly want to survive without scarring any children and keeping my sanity.

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