I don’t know about you, but from the moment I became a mother, I have been on this passionate, internal battle to never allow them to feel less or ridiculed or devalued because of who they are. Who God created them to be.
I swallowed back tears as I shared with a girlfriend recently that I don’t want either of my boys to ever feel bad because of who they are or to feel that one of them is better than the other. For instance, we find ourselves praising Joel’s engineering mind and the way he puts things together, figures things out, writes his own name without being taught how. He has engineers for grandfathers and even his own Daddy studied engineering.
But I don’t ever, ever want Travis to feel that he’s not smart or that we’re not proud of him or that he is lacking in some way because he isn’t serious and detail-oriented like his big brother. And who knows, maybe someday those parts of him will begin to be displayed - he is still a very young little person after all! But even so... he may remain our jokester. He may remain the one who pushes the limits.
So if I can put my kid in a box and deem him the sensitive-type or the brain or the artist or the comic... if I can label them, then I understand them. And if I understand them, then I know how to operate with them. And if I make them like me, then suddenly I know everything about everything, because I know myself perfectly. /sarcasm
It's who they are.
"For we are His workmanship,
created in Christ Jesus for good works,
which God prepared beforehand,
that we should walk in them."
~ E p h e s i a n s 2 : 1 0