Anyone who really knows me knows that I have a tendency to reflect on things a lot. Well, I have been doing that a lot lately about how different it is raising my son than raising my daughter.
Besides the obvious things, they are totally different in personalities. I had just been thinking that that was all that was at play here…that and the different special needs issues.
But, it has been hitting me that there is a lot more to it. With my daughter, I was doing a lot of the same things that I did (or wanted to do) as a little girl myself. Things I knew well…Barbies, dolls, dress-up, dance classes, Girl Scouts, etc, etc…
Now, I am quite the expert in topics such as dinosaurs, building things, trains, super heros, how to get tackled by a high-speed growing boy without getting hurt…lol, and how fun gross things can be. Definitely out of my comfort-zone as of a few years ago. I was such a girly-girl.
It is really quite an education!
I have often said that it was a good thing that I had my daughter while in college and not my son, because with his personality and everything, I would not be able to get it all done and still graduate in the four years that I had my scholarships available. I know that God knew this already and was taking care of everything well before I had any clue. She was a very passive and quiet child. He is definitely ALL BOY!
I was thinking that her early years were so much easier than his…on me…but I have to admit, that I wasn’t ready for what was to come, yet. God had a lot of work to do to prepare me.
Buddy also needs the earthly father that he has. The other situation would have been terrible for him.
As always, God knows best and takes care of everything…even when we don’t have a clue!
There are 12 1/2 years between my children and God took that time to grow me up. I KNOW that I am a much more solid person now than I was and have been molded into the parent that my children need. In fact, my daughter’s needs didn’t even come out until God had me prepared more.
I knew from the time that I was 13 that I was to be a parent of special needs children (thought through adoption though), but I definitely was not as prepared as I thought. It takes a lot more than knowledge, desire, and some patience.
It takes God’s guiding hands, His example of unconditional love, and His all-knowing orchestration of our lives!
What started out as reflection on the different things I have learned raising a boy, I have discovered that I have been taught a lot more than I imagined.
Life is definitely more interesting now and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Take care dear friends!