Remember this post where I shared a letter to our family and friends?
We’ve been home 2 days shy of three weeks. Yes, that is hard to believe! Just like every other adoptive family it seems like we just got home yesterday and that it was years ago all at the same time.
Because of our cocoon we have been trapped within the four walls of our house and have maybe ventured out to play in the backyard, right? Wrong.
You have permission to call me a hypocrite if you would like, but let me explain.
I’ve always thought it is a good idea to plan for the worst and hope for the best. That’s what we did. We read all the books, took the classes, and were ready to do what we needed to make it a smooth transition for Odette. Honestly, I doubted we would need much of a cocoon. For months we got pictures of smiley-faced Odette and reports of her being such a happy, love-seeking little girl. I tried my best to push the sunshine and roses thoughts aside and remember that her world was about to rocked and nobody had any idea what that could bring.
While in Congo we went out and about with Odette. We went to restaurants, the lake, markets, and grocery store. Not to mention the crazy 30 hour and three different airplanes home. We kept a very close eye on her to see how she was reacting. All seemed fine.
Fast forward to us arriving home. Two days after we were home Odette went out to the doctor’s office. Followed by a run to Kroger Pharmacy to fill her prescription and pick up some quick groceries. Another doctor appointment. Needing supportive shoes. Kid eating us out of house and home. Grocery store. Eyeing the neighborhood playground on our walks. Trips to park. Needing more kiddy silverware. To Target we go. Rubbing her belly and saying she’s hungry. Trying out Chick-Fil-A. Yelling hi to horses as we drive by the farms. Testing out the zoo for a couple of hours.
One thing led to another. She loves being out and about. She pretends she’s driving to ask to go in the car. She points to cart and asked to ride in it. She gets excited when she sees the stroller being loaded up in the car. She likes to be on the go.
We broke all the rules, but it is working for us. It is working for her. THAT is what matters. Not research, not lectures, not what someone else did. It is what works for Odette and that is we care about.
Here is a peek into our fun: