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Topic: Note (02/07/13)
- TITLE: Peace in the Disharmony
By Taryn Deets
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Artist playing the flute and Compassion playing trombone wait while Engineer warms up his saxophone. Their younger brother, Soccer, plays the French horn. They are practicing the piece "Shoo Fly" together. The high notes squeak and the low notes are out of tune, but on and on they play. For once, their disharmony sings joy into my soul.
God called our family to adopt Soccer, and his two sisters Filly and Giggles over five years ago. There have been far too many days since then filled with screaming tantrums, anger and a cacophony of sounds as we have tried to meld two families into one. Our adopted children have suffered the loss of their birth parents, their culture and their homeland (Ethiopia). Our biological children have lost their “place” in the family; been judged (because they are Christians raised in a middle class home) by well-meaning family members for the same behaviors that their adopted siblings receive pity for; and developed angry, coping behaviors themselves. The normal sounds of children’s laughter, sibling rivalry, and cries of pain from a bumped knee soon turned into the screaming rage which began to fill our home as we tried to help each of our six children heal.
Our two adopted daughters have been diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder. Driving home from a therapy appointment a few days ago, Filly’s screams and accusations were hurled at me so violently that I had to pull over and call my husband for help so that we could drive home in the falling snow. The following day disrespect oozed from her lips as she told me how I’ve ruined her life. The angry words, “I hate you,” are still echoing in my mind even though spoken several hours ago. This afternoon, these scenes keep playing over and over in my mind until I am sinking, sinking, sinking into the darkness.
And then the song; I hear it begin to swell. It’s just "Shoo Fly," but I tell the evil thoughts to “shoo” and leave me alone; the words and the screaming in my mind slowly fade away. As their piece ends, the darkness dissipates and a new song, "Blessed be the Name of the Lord," rises up in my heart so that now I can go back to my work, singing.
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