Motherhood is a journey with highs so high so you’ll remember them forever, and lows so low you’ll curse the day away. I’m still navigating these uncharted waters and just when I feel like the sea has steadied, the water turns choppy again.
My days are filled with uncertainty as we discover more about what’s beneath this sweet boy of mine. I know he is smart, strong, passionately curious, compassionate and spirited. What I’m still learning, though, are the differences that make him unique. It’s difficult to describe what it’s like to be a parent of a spirited child. The answer depends on the day, the task, the weather—the answer is always changing.
Our days ebb and flow, like waves of the ocean. They swell with enjoyment and eagerness and then naturally fade through periodic episodes of misunderstanding and confusion. Attachment and connection, followed by detachment and disconnection. Up and down, back and forth, give and take, push and pull.
My strong-willed child keeps me on my toes, but when I’m able to lift the hood, I can really see what’s going on in with his engine. His spirited nature has brought brightness to my life. He is a child of high standards, but is an absolute delight. He is sweet and generous, creative and bright.
Here are the joys I’ve learned from parenting a spirited child: