I’ve written before about the differences in my children. As any parent (or sibling) knows, children can have the same mother and father and grow up in the same home, and be completely and utterly different. Mine are no exception. And this week I have been reminded of that simple fact of parenting over and over and over (and over…) again. I have spent the past several days feeling like I am on repetitive play: “no no no no no”… “no no no no no”…
Seamus is hearty laughter, BIG smiles, silliness, curiosity and determination encapsulated into a tiny precious body. He’s outgoing and flirty.
I also think he is the cause of my excess gray hair. (I say “excess” because I already had some patches before he was born, so I can’t give him full credit).
This week he has: (brief summary)
- removed (or tried to remove) his diaper no less than 5 times a day (with most success while he is in his bed upon waking from his nap)
- walked up to me looking like Robert Smith, of the Cure, after finding and chewing on a red marker
- climbed up onto the kitchen table
- dumped a bowl of cereal and milk onto his head right as I was getting ready to grab him before taking Abbie to school
- stood at the shower (while I was in it) throwing things into it: coat hangers, belts…
- found any and every stray thing on the floor and placed it into his mouth
But then he SHINES! Yesterday I took Seamus and Quinn to the library. Seamus, being the social creature that he is, loves to go up to all of the older ladies he sees and flash a huge smile and stare. Each of those little ladies would bend forward to talk to him and, thinking they were asking for a kiss, he went up to each and planted a kiss on their cheeks.
He does everything extreme: he smiles big, he laughs big, he walks big, he chews big, he cries big.
I look at him and I wonder what the Lord has in store for him. I know He molded him in this manner for a reason. And it’s up to Sean and I to nurture and teach him all along the way.
Some days that is easier than others…