We’ve called him the Gentle Giant since he was very small. A sensitive fella from the beginning of his life, he suffered from colic and cried for hours on end during the first 3 months of his life. If you called my son a sensitive child you would absolutely be right.
For years I’ve fretted and worried about raising such a sensitive child. How will he cope with sadness? How will he cope with bullies? Will he stand up for himself? Will he stand up for others? Will his emotions and sensitivities hold him back from exploring? Just how badly is he going to get run over in this all-too-often cruel world?
My job as his mother is to love and honour the person he is. However, with so many ideas of “how boys should act”, I often tried to push him into doing things that other boys like to do. “Go run! Go play! Go rough-house”, I’d say. “Go get dirty! Roll around! Just relax and don’t worry”. The problem is, those expectations or instructions made my little man worry more because that just isn’t the person he is. And that…my lovely readers, is the place I’ve gone wrong. [Read more…]