I have one son who is overly emotional. He wants to be nurtured and loved but he's afraid to ask to be loved. He wonders why we maintain our love for him even though he makes mistakes. He worries that if he chose to make independent decisions that could help him become a better person, that his birth mother would reject him and stop loving him. Self infliction of physical pain feels better than the emotional pain that pierces his heart and anger smolders at the tip of a short fuse.
I have another son who is emotionless. He doesn't know what love is. Love to him is making sure his physical needs are met. If he receives nothing more than food and shelter then nothing more would matter to him, not even love. He self-hypnotizes himself and spaces out when faced with personal problems. He's impervious to pain, he's not very empathetic than your typical kid, and is less able than other children to put his own suffering into words.
We reach out to these children. We weep for them, We weep with them, and then wonder, "How long will it take for us to break down these walls?"
What happened in their childhood that caused this dysfunction? What caused the maternal detachment and how can it be repaired with the surrogate mother in place who yearns to nurture them?
It breaks my heart into a million pieces when I hear my sons speak of the loveless life they live in their birth mother's home. They have mentioned how the words, "I love you" do not exist unless it is expected to be spoken in the presence of company. They say that a hug from birth mother to son feels awkward and fake, and again, does not exist in the home unless it is expected to be given in the presence of company.
I don't understand. I love my sons to death. I love them as much as I love my own two daughters. I hope that someday we will be able to undo the damage that has been done to them, then put it all behind us so they can live long healthy, happy lives.
I have another son who is emotionless. He doesn't know what love is. Love to him is making sure his physical needs are met. If he receives nothing more than food and shelter then nothing more would matter to him, not even love. He self-hypnotizes himself and spaces out when faced with personal problems. He's impervious to pain, he's not very empathetic than your typical kid, and is less able than other children to put his own suffering into words.
We reach out to these children. We weep for them, We weep with them, and then wonder, "How long will it take for us to break down these walls?"
What happened in their childhood that caused this dysfunction? What caused the maternal detachment and how can it be repaired with the surrogate mother in place who yearns to nurture them?
It breaks my heart into a million pieces when I hear my sons speak of the loveless life they live in their birth mother's home. They have mentioned how the words, "I love you" do not exist unless it is expected to be spoken in the presence of company. They say that a hug from birth mother to son feels awkward and fake, and again, does not exist in the home unless it is expected to be given in the presence of company.
I don't understand. I love my sons to death. I love them as much as I love my own two daughters. I hope that someday we will be able to undo the damage that has been done to them, then put it all behind us so they can live long healthy, happy lives.