But since he was a young baby, he has never been one for crowds. He generally seemed fearful and uncomfortable in new environments. He didn’t leave my side at things like story time at the library. He was terrified of the church nursery. Even at holidays with extended family he was clingy and scared. At times it was exhausting. I had so many people tell me that he would grow out of it, and in the moment it was hard to believe. We tried to push through and not skip out on too many things, but sometimes it just felt easier to stay home.
Now he is 3 and a half, and things have slowly starting to change. He is coming out of his shell you could say. Last night at our Thanksgiving meal at some friends’ house, he was social with adults and seemed so happy to be there. He has just started to love going to church, and is becoming more sociable with other kids his age.
I am so thankful that I didn’t push my oldest too hard. I was told more than once that I need to put him in pre-school to help develop his personality, and it just didn’t really right for him. To his mama, he just didn’t seem ready. I am so glad I listened to my instinct.
My second child is almost 15 months old, and he is quite the opposite of his once shy brother. He is loud and personable even amongst strangers.
Yesterday I was given on overwhelming feeling of thankfulness for not only my boys, but for their ever growing personalities. Even though it wasn’t always easy having a stuck-to-my hip toddler, I cherish those times.
From one exhausted mother to another, it really is true what they say. You blink and they are grown up. I seriously can’t believe how fast time as gone.
I was reminded that they won’t always be this little, and to love them as they are. As a mom, I need to encourage them, yet not try to mold them. God gave them their little personalities for a reason.
Hope those thoughts weren’t too jumbled, and I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.