This is a post I originally wrote in August 2008.
My son's personality is rather different than mine.
He is very timid and shy. So shy he could be seen as rude when he refuses to answer questions and walks away. He prefers to be alone. He lives in his own world, constantly daydreaming. He loves music and can memorize words to a song he's listened to only once. He's stubborn. And secretly mischevious. He doesn't live to please others. He marches to the beat of his own drum. He's a gentle soul.
If I didn't carry him in my womb for 9 months and have a scar to prove he was removed from my womb via C-section, I'd venture to say he wasn't my child.
Except, I remember who I was as a child. I was very shy and timid. I often sat quietly away from others and I never initiated a conversation with someone I didn't know (I took the rule, don't talk to strangers, seriously). I enjoyed spending my time playing alone. I was a gentle soul.
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However, the areas that my personality is different than my son's, my husband's personality takes over. He is stubborn and secretly mischevious, he especially was as a child. As a child, my husband definitely did not live life to please others (I would have done anything to make sure everyone was happy). He's a total homebody (I can't stand to stay at home all the time). And, boy, does he live in his own world, which revolves around music.
What is challenging for me is trying not to change our kiddo's personality to accomodate mine. I want to push him to be social. Sometimes I feel the need to grab his mouth and perform a ventriloquist act when he refuses to answer a question someone asks him. I want him to come out of the world he lives in and enter into the world where everyone else is. I deeply want everyone else in the world to see how sweet and perfect he is. I don't want him to be overlooked.
But most of all, I want him to be who he wants to be. Even though I may not understand it at times.