Adoption and Autism
AW adoptive mom Bobbie DuBose was recently featured in a local news segment on autism and is writing for an ongoing blog series, linked below. After Bobbie and her husband brought their son home from Ethiopia, she began to recognize the signs of autism and sought out support and treatment. Below are two videos and a post written for WPTV- a beautifully honest look into the discovery and journey of parenting a child with autism.
Breaking My Heart
â€œIf you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.â€ ~ Woody Allen
Our son, Jackson, is adopted. Early in the adoption process you are asked to state your criteria for a child. Our request was pretty straightforward. Male. Healthy. Birth to 12 months of age. Now, we know you canâ€™t mail order a child. And of course there are no guarantees whatsoever in adoption. But the agency asks and thatâ€™s what we told them.
When we finally received our referral it appeared all criteria were met. Our son was seven weeks old and healthy. Three months later we traveled to Ethiopia to bring Jackson home. He was everything we dreamed he would be and a whole lot more. However, shortly after our return home I recognized that caring for Jackson was far different than caring for my daughter had been when she was the same age. I attributed it to the trauma Jackson had been through in his five short months of life on earth. (Adoption is a blessing for both the parents and child, but it is without exception borne of great tragedy.) Additionally, I thought we were most likely experiencing attachment-related issues, as we were Jacksonâ€™s fifth â€œhomeâ€ in four months. I desperately tried to love away his issues. I utilized every bonding technique and suggestion known to man. I followed every book, blog, article, report and motherâ€™s instinct that came to light, but there was little change.
Jackson was restless. He cried (loudly) if he wasnâ€™t movingâ€”constantly moving. He didnâ€™t sleep. He wouldnâ€™t smile. He wouldnâ€™t reach for me or touch me. He wouldnâ€™t look at me. He didnâ€™t coo. He didnâ€™t giggle. No. Matter. How. Hard. I. Tried. It was heart rendering. It was obvious he was content to be cared for, but could not have given a hoot as to who changed his diaper or fed him a bottle. My gut told me it was autism. Turned out this mamaâ€™s instinct was correct.
I wrestled with the â€œwhyâ€ question for quite awhile. Our travel to Ethiopia was life changing. There is so much need there. Need for schools. Need for clean water. HIV-related need. And the orphans. There are so many orphans and orphanages in this world. And I wanted to fix it all. But God had a different plan for me and for our family. I wrestled spiritually with God. I never doubted His love for me. What I struggled with was why I was wandering in the desert. All I wanted to do was to be the change I want to see in the world, but my life was at a complete and total standstill. Caring for Jackson required every ounce of strength and energy I had.
And then God spoke to me. Not in so many words, of course, but the revelation was crystal clear. Jackson is my mission and my mission. He is my mission field, and he is my lifeâ€™s mission. That was why God brought him into our family. HE knew exactly what HE was doing. Bringing Jackson to Jupiter, Florida, to be our son was HIS plan all along. I never lose sight of that, not for one minute.
A byproduct, so to speak, of Godâ€™s plan for me to be Jacksonâ€™s mom is how HE has opened my eyes and heart to children with developmental challenges. I am so acutely aware of my surroundings, no matter where I am. When I see a child whose behavior is outside the norm, my heart overflows with compassion for the childâ€™s parent/family. I go out of my way to share a smile, a kind word, a helping hand, a look of acceptance. These small gestures are borne of an awareness God has gifted me with. Itâ€™s an awareness I wouldnâ€™t otherwise have, if it werenâ€™t for Jackson. He is my mission and my mission. Autism awareness is part and parcel of that missionâ€”one I take seriously. Thatâ€™s why Iâ€™m thrilled to be a part of WPTVâ€™s Autism: Connecting the Pieces.
Thank you, God, for breaking my heart for what breaks yours. And by the way are you still laughing, God? Itâ€™s okay if you are, because itâ€™s all good, God. Itâ€™s all good.