About Casey, Adoption & Hyenas
Here’s the storyyyyy of a lovely ladyyyy, who was bringing up three very lovely– oh, wait. Sorry, wrong story.
Once upon a time, there was a Perfect King and Beautiful Queen who had four perfect, darling children. No, still not right.
Our story: Hubby and I adopted two wild hyenas and lived to tell about it, and now I’m sharing the saga with you. There we go.
Why hyenas? Think “The Lion King.” Hyenas are sneaky, wild to the core, scream, laugh uncontrollably and have atrocious table manners. Oh, and they bite. (But in spite of the crazy, we love being Where the Wild Things Are.)
Adoptive or not, consider yourself invited. Stay a while; speak your mind. I love hearing your perspective.
Even if you don’t have kids in your life, please share, as you have an advantage. Your brain isn’t fried on square pants and the Lego movie theme song.
If you read this blog and think “Geez, why doesn’t she just try _____,” please don’t hold back. It takes a village to raise an idiot––I mean, child.
And, it takes a blogging community to prevent me from singing EVERYTHING IS AWESOMMMMMMMMMMMME to the bank teller. I write to stay sane.
Everyone needs hope and the occasional laugh. I try to provide both by sharing an honest picture of our wins and mishaps.
Alternately, you can read for the same reason Hubby watches Cops: “Well, at least we’re not THAT crazy.”
Find hope here, whether you are in a beautiful moment of triumph, in the middle of ongoing battles, in the throes of a nervous breakdown or wishing you could just give those kids back to someone. Anyone.
(No, this does not make you a bad person. You WILL get through it. Please do not give your child to the grocery clerk with the kind eyes.)
I don’t have all the answers, but I’m happy to give you what I’ve got. If Hubby and I can endure HellonEarth and keep two kids alive (which is sometimes a bit harder than it sounds), so can you.
If you are in the circle of an adopted child or adoptive parent, sometimes you will feel like walking away. Please don’t. They need all the help they can get. You’ll see what I mean.
There’s a LOT they aren’t telling, because they don’t want you to run away screaming. Adoption can feel isolating. Almost like Witness Protection.
If you’ve read this far, thanks for hanging in with me. Tenacity is an excellent quality for dealing with adopted children. Also, you’ll need patience, empathy, and the ability to open a big ol’ can of whoop-a–oh, sorry…I mean…the ability to guide darling children through extremely difficult emotional ups and downs.
Actually, the can of whoop will likely be necessary for a social worker or other adult standing in the way of what your child needs. Keep it on hand.
Our kids will choose our nursing homes. I, for one, do not plan to end my days living in a storage unit with a bare bulb for heat. Especially now that we have to use those energy-efficient ones.
Let’s get this right.
Casey Alexander lives with her amazing, talented husband and two wonderful (and sometimes rather weird) adopted children. She enjoys reading, writing, snapping photos and training two smart German Shepherds. The family also a neurotic Beagle-Bassett, six outdoor cats and a visiting hawk, who hopes to steal a cat.
Photo Credit: Casey Alexander, 2015
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