Zeeb has been home for more than 10 months. Most of the time, he feels like a natural part of the family. In many ways, it feels like he has been here forever. But I realized last week that we are still a work in progress… still forging that deep parent-child bond. I feel almost guilty admitting that. It feels like there is something wrong with me, that I know I don’t love him the way I loved my other three when they were his age. And honestly it’s not like something you can rate on a scale… like between 1-10 how much do I love my kid? It’s so intangible and also mixed up with the normal stresses of parenting a four year old.

Like last week, Zeeb was a lot more annoying and just plain difficult than he usually is. It was a wierd week, R~ had this slow start to 1st grade where she went in for only a brief time on Tuesday and Wednesday and we were running around a lot. So that probably got him a little out of wack. He was sort of wild and disobedient. And also he’s starting to lie a lot. In that way that four year olds lie, thinking that if they say it that makes it true. All in all, he wasn’t much fun to be around. And I found myself thinking, “I could really do without this kid today.” And then I felt awful. AW. FUL. Because who thinks that? And about the child I waited so long for? And just look at the boy, he is so cute, how can you even think something like that? But here’s the thing - I’ve totally had days/weeks/months/phases with my other kids where I did not like one or the other very much. They were especially rude or mean or generally annoying. So how is this any different? It’s hard to explain, but even when I didn’t like them, I knew I still loved them. And not in the generic “love one another” sense but in the “you are a part of me” sense. And I wasn’t feeling that with Zeeb this week. And that made me really sad.

But the good part is, the older three are in school full time now. Which means on Thursday and Friday it was just me and Zeeb. It hasn’t been just me and Zeeb since school got out in June. I think I really missed that. We grabbed a pile of books and just sat on the couch and cuddled - and no one interrupted us! And we found a little shiny green frog in the back yard and kicked a soccer ball around. It was fun.

In the afternoons I noticed that when R~ is around, Zeeb finds more mischief. Not that R~ always instigates, but Zeeb gets more creative when his big sister is around. And he tests me more, probably because R~ is always testing her boundries. So I’ve been using a lot more time-outs in the last few days. (ok, there has also been a bit of yelling. And it was more than a little embarrassing when R~ wrote a story at school on the first day and in the story, which was about losing a tooth, she wrote, “i yild [yelled] mom yild [yelled] at me Like AAAAAA” I swear, I don’t yell like that. But, there has been some yelling lately. I get stressed and the Italian Mama in me pops out.)

I’m bummed that we still have farther to go with our bonding. (Or at least I do. For all I know, Zeeb may be feeling totally bonded to me.) But I’m encouraged too, because honestly I was a little scared I might not be able to ever love Zeeb the way I love his siblings. But that was wrong. Love is not a static thing. It grows and changes all the time. And also, it takes effort. I can’t get lazy, I need to work at our relationship and carve out time for us to do things together. It won’t always be easy.  But then, where on earth did I get the idea that adopting a 3 year old would be easy?

“Life is not meant to be easy, my child; but take courage — it can be delightful.” ~George Bernard Shaw