Write your story” is what’s trendy now in adoption circles amongst adoptees.
YIKES…I can’t do that.
I’ve written seven books, some which tell the circumstances of my story, but my voice…it’s missing.
Last night I lay in bed, panicked about not being able to find my voice.
Where is my voice?
How can I find the voice of the baby, toddler, school age, teen, and the married Sherrie?
She’s hiding somewhere.
Recently, I wrote what would probably be the first few paragraphs of the story. It came together in an almost magical way and I felt so pumped after writing it.
It was then that I remembered what my friend, Shefalie Chandra, taught me about stack dolls. As a therapist in the UK, she uses them to help clients get in touch with the developmental stages of their lives.
When adoptees and foster kids are shut down, it’s not likely that they will open up to a therapist or parents in traditional ways, such as talk therapy and common conversation. However, if they are engaged in a creative activity, their hearts will be freed to discover things about themselves they hadn’t previously considered. Thus, conversation ensues.
The writing project:
First, invite your child to pick out stack dolls online that appeal to her.
Then, when they are in hand, explain the different sizes and what they might mean.
- The biggest doll is current age
- The next doll 10 years earlier
- This continues all the way to the end…to the little me
Then, the present-day me asks baby me some questions:
Present-Day Me: ”There you are, sweetheart…I found you! Oh my gosh, you are so beautiful. Your skin is so pink and soft and I love your brown hair and eyes. I am here with you now and I will always listen to your voice. I know that you’ve been through a lot already because your birth mother didn’t want you. You even knew that before you were born. Will you let me hold you? Will you let me cuddle you close? I love you so very much.”
Baby me: “Wah, wah, wah. I can’t stop crying. My tears won’t end. I am afraid for you to hold me because no one ever did after I was born. I was put in an incubator and I felt so all alone. I don’t know what love is…is it being sent away from my mom to be alone in an incubator? If that’s what love is, I don’t want anything to do with it. Don’t look at me.”
This is how I will start my writing project.
Perhaps these ideas will be beneficial to you?
Oh, and when looking up stack dolls online, I saw that they make them with nine dolls. I think that would be perfect for each stage in life