Well, my first LuLaRoe online pop-up shop is officially up and running! Here’s a link to my online boutique if you’d like to take a look-see: Layla Palmer’s LuLaRoe Boutique
(LuLaRoe Classic T)
Boy was it challenging to take 300-some pictures of clothing with a very curious toddler in the house! I wasn’t able to get my Randy baseball tees or my Classic Ts photographed in time, so I’m planning to sell those in a Facebook Live sale one night this week. (If you’d like to join me, you can find me here: LuLaRoe Layla Palmer)
And speaking of our little babe, can you believe we’re celebrating two months home on Wednesday?
He is such a dynamo, y’all. Super funny and smart. He still knows his Haitian Kreyòl, but I would say he’s speaking about 80% (maybe even 90%) English now, and it never ceases to amaze me how fast he can pick up a new phrase or word. I have even noticed that I usually only have to tell him a new word one time and he never forgets it. Blows my mind! He’ll point at something and say, “An Kreyòl?“. Meaning, “I know what that is, but I want you to say what that is in Haitian Kreyòl”. If I know it, I’ll say it. If I don’t, I use my Google Translate app to quickly figure it out. Next, he’ll say, “An Anglè?“. Meaning, now tell me what it is in English. I’ll tell him, and then he whispers my answer back to himself a time or two and then boom. It’s like it’s locked in his head for good!
Whenever he sees a sunset or sunrise, or even a big, wide-open sunny stretch of grass, or sun sparkling on the lake, he points and exclaims, “Ohhh! Mama, Daddy! Look at d’ beautiful day!“. Today he pointed at a large, currently undecorated (but soon-to-be decorated) round hay bale sitting at the entrance of a nearby neighborhood and said, “Ohhh! Mama, Daddy! Look at d’ beautiful hay bale!“. Made me smile. 🙂 I love seeing the world through his eyes. Whenever he sees someone digging- whether it’s in a flower bed or in at a construction site, he says, “Ooh! Li fè food?“. (He/she makes food?) Meaning, his first thought is that food is grown in the ground and that people prepare things from scratch. (Mom, I know you’re smiling right now, too.) 😉
It has also been interesting to look back and see how our challenges have changed from week to week. For instance, he’s no longer interested in being in the kitchen (or insisting that he prepare all of our food), but now he’s having trouble remembering (or just flat out refusing) to go to the bathroom in the toilet- something he didn’t do the first month he was home. Needless to say, I’m doing a lot of laundry over here these days. 😉 I should also mention here that he was completely potty trained in Haiti, but it is very common for a child to revert backwards with certain things after they experience a massive transition like he did.
Some of our challenges have stayed the same, and even gotten more intense as time has gone on. For example, his raging/physical aggression (or the “hair trigger” possibility of it) continues to be the most difficult and somewhat unexpected challenge we face. During melt downs, kids that have experienced trauma can be so much physically stronger than usual, and some of his raging can last for several hours, so we’re hoping to find a therapist who specializes in adoption-related attachment in our area soon so that we can understand more about the best way to handle those episodes and help support his healing.
I’m careful not to overshare here because I want to be considerate of Steevenson’s feelings, but I also want to be honest about our experience because I think it’s important to be transparent and because I’d love to connect with other adoptive mamas whose kiddos are having a hard time transitioning too. If you’re one of those mamas, and you’d like to chat via email, I’m at LaylaPalmer (at) AOL (dot) com.
Monica Reynolds said it best…
This can be an extremely isolating and painful journey. Yet, what I continue to learn is that when I open up to friend, a kindred spirit, and share a piece of the dark, lonely, embarrassing, or horrifying reality that is part of our life, healing happens. Love happens. And evil loses because light begins to shine into the darkness. – Monica Reynolds, Emerging Mama