I was going to use
“empathy” for my word for today. But Elias, my ten-year-old firstborn son, has
taught me so much, I would be remiss to leave him out.
Being a mother has changed
me in ways I didn’t expect. It’s brought out all sorts of fears and anxieties,
but it also helped me rediscover my creative, fun-loving side. I do things for
Elias that I would not do for anyone else, even myself. He’s curious,
enthusiastic, kind, smart, generous and forgiving. I could go on all day, but I
will spare you too much of the proud mom talk.
He makes me want to be a
better parent, a better person. He teaches me more about forgiveness and
kindness than I could ever hope to teach him. One day when he was in first
grade, I was walking him to his classroom. If you have a boy, you know that
when they see wide open spaces, this screams to them RUN! So instead of walking
nicely beside me all the way to his class (and what boy does that anyway?), he
ran ahead of me. When I finally caught up to him, I took him aside and lit into
him with a lecture about walking with me, not running down the hall, yada yada
yada. He said not a word the whole time, just stood there and looked at me. When
I was done, he stood there for a second, looked right at me, and gave me a big hug
before going off to class. Talk about feeling like a schmuck.
Now that he’s ten, he does
get mad at us more often, but it never lasts long. In five minutes, he’s back
to normal, asking ten million random questions a minute.
Kids have so much to teach
us if we’ll pay attention. They cry freely, they laugh often, they see life as
a great adventure. They’re just themselves. Somewhere along the way, we as
adults often lose these qualities. What a shame. But how blessed we are to have
children to remind us what life is supposed to be about.