Eventually, those feelings that are bottled up are going to come out. It's inevitable.
Earlier this week, Bertie shared her story with an Ethiopian-American lady at our guest house. We couldn't understand, but after a few minutes the lady started crying.
She told us Bertie told her very calmly and nonchalantly about her parents death and how she arrived in the orphanage. Then, B told the lady not to cry because it was ok.
No 5 year old should explain some of the things she did as calmly as she did.
Deep. Hidden. Emotions friends.
Today was a rough day due to a combination of things - sleepless night, early morning, tummy ache, etc.
She screamed and cried and kicked and yelled. And all KC and I could do was try to hold our little girl and tell her over and over that it was okay and we'd always love her.
To be honest, I'd rather deal with messy now than to be tricked into thinking we had it easy for a few weeks of a "honeymoon".
Our social worker told us that she isn't used to how we do things. She expects to get hit or yelled at since that's what happened in the orphanage. But she told us to keep holding her and telling her we love her. She'll eventually realize it.
She was fine after about 20 minutes. But those 20 minutes are some of the most heartbreaking moments. All we can do is hold her and pray.
She told the social worker that we prayed for her last night when she didn't feel well. I'm glad she recognizes it.
I feel like KC and I are in a constant state of prayer - which is never a bad thing.
We're eager to get home and lay low with her and the boys. A lot of new people and faces make her nervous and that's when she starts to act out.
Friends, please keep praying for her little heart (all our hearts).
Healing takes time and is messy. But it'll be so beautiful after some time. ❤️