I married Brian. We adopted 4 amazing kids out of foster care. We became the official local transracial family in our area. Everyone seems to know us or of us. We love Batman, The Avengers, donuts, and parading around sci-fi conventions in costumes. I'm trying to master Lizzie's hair, explain to Antwan why his skin is different, help William deal with his memories, and be a mom to Kaleb who has had a tumultuous past. My life is silly, complicated, and worth it!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Antwan, the warrior poet
Antwan's personality has always fascinated me. Anyone who reads my facebook, knows he's a walking "kid who says the darndest things." ( : From the beginning, he has been strong-willed, but very sweet and gentle. Brian used to call him a "warrior poet." He's very strong and all-boy, but has the ability to show the compassion and sweetness that I never thought possible for a child his age.
The moment that Lizzie arrived, he loved her. He doted on her, protected her, and, just loved her. As she got older, he wanted her with him, at all times. If he was going in his room to play, he would call her in with him. If she cried, he would look for a pacifier. He was a natural.
This was beautiful, but scary when we didn't know, for sure, that we'd get to adopt her. I worried about how Antwan (and William) would recover from losing her and, most likely, never seeing her again. Thankfully, we never had to find out.
He loves her and I love how close they are. Being only 18 months apart, they'll only be one grade apart in school. And, I think it's clear that nobody will ever mess with Lizzie, as long as Antwan's around. ( :
So, today I called, "Let's go outside!" Antwan said "Wait, Mommy, I'm fixing Lizzie's hair!"
The only thing that surpised me was that Lizzie was letting him. ( :