Thank you for your kind words and encouragement on my last post. Having a place to be heard and understood is a great thing. Someday I will look back at that post and marvel at how far we’ve come.
This morning I woke up Big Brother with a balloon. If you listen carefully, halfway through the video below you will hear him say “no Hong Kong school.” I know for sure that he cannot yet grasp the difference between orphanage life and school. I understand. Now we have something to move forward with and we can find a way to help him.
He is capable of so much. He counted the legs on this caterpillar and wrote the number 10 all by himself the other day at home with me:
He is learning to recognize simple words in his books and he is even starting to put multiple words together to form basic sentences when he speaks. He can go to the movie theater and make it through an entire film. He can go to a restaruant and complete a meal without a meltdown. Over the course of the last week, he has spontaneously and without prompting said “love Mommy” to me twice with a smile on his face. He asks Little Man for a toy and uses “please” without prompting. He is feeding himself. He is learning to dress himself and even brush his own teeth. He even asked a clerk at a store what his name was [what is name?]. He is so much more than his trauma. He is so much more. He cannot be defined by his actions at school, nor the labels they slap on him. He is more, and someday he will show them all. Of that, I am sure.