Do you have a favorite story that you share about your family, or your children? An all-time favorite family story in our family is one about our son, and his love of painting with his feces. Yes, as gross as it sounds, that is always a story that seems to pop up when we are entertaining in our home…or even at other events. Why, you may wonder? If you ever met my son, you might understand.
We knew our son was different right from the start. As you go through seasons in your life with your friends; graduation, university, weddings, having children, and so on, you usually use the world around you as your guide. During my season of having children, my son was off the radar in comparison to the other children his age.
During the first three months of his life, he only slept if he was laying on my chest. He nursed for 40 minutes at a time, slept on my chest for 40 minutes and then was back nursing again. You had to be there to believe it. After his 40 minutes of nursing, and before his power snooze, he would always power-puke…and I mean projectile vomit a good 10 to 12 feet! We had the lactate consultant in to see what was up, and finally we were referred to a pediatrician, who determined that he didn’t have a flap on his esophagus, and we could have had a surgery to fix it, but there was no guarantees…that is another story, which I will have to write about sometime. I just want you to understand, he was a very hard child to raise from birth.
Then came the toilette training days, and again, I compared him to our friends’ children and their experiences, and again, I thought, “What did I ever do to deserve this!?” My son, loved to draw with his diaper droppings! He painted his walls, my van windshield, the hardwood floors, in the kitchen, just to name a few. Anywhere he could hide himself, do his business, and then make his masterpiece was fair game. You might be thinking; where were you when he was doing all this? I was nursing my newborn daughter most times, and not able to quickly jump to my feet when I smelled the damage in action. Some people told me that this was a sign of a genius…genius alright! I thought, it doesn’t take a genius to take a temper tantrum and make his mother go crazy.
Years later, life rolled on, and our boy enters school, and sure enough, he is an overachiever. Reading well above grade level before he started school. He has some kind of phonetic awareness that I’ve never witnessed before, and I am an elementary school teacher.
Time continues to tick by, and we are told many wonderful things. In grade 5 we were told that he could have presented his English presentation to the high school students, last year he won awards at a province wide math competition and just last night he brought home his grade eight report card, and his math mark was 103%. That mystifies my husband…how can you get more than a 100%, it is impossible.
At one point we took him to mental health to help us help him with his overachieving personality…where of course they “tested” him and deemed him “gifted”, which was no surprise…we’ve heard that for years, but I don’t believe in labeling a child gifted. Not to take anything away from my son, but we are all gifted in one way or another. Sure our son is super smart, but at the age 13 he still struggles to get milk into a glass without spilling it. Socially we had to push him to stop teaching himself physics and get out of his bedroom. He is academically gifted, for sure, but I look at our daughter, who wishes she could be super smart like her brother, but she has such other wonderful gifts!
In 1 Peter 4:10 it says, “As each one has received a special gift, employ it in serving one another as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.”
We have to stop comparing ourselves to others; like I was guilty of comparing myself as a mother, and son to other children his age; and focus on our own special gifts. We are all created equal! We just have to let God show us the gifts that he’s blessed us with. We aren’t going to find these gifts trying to be like other people. We have to create our own art work with the beautiful brush strokes that God has painted us with. Sure, my son’s gifts are evident, but so are yours if you just let God bring them out of you…and make use of these gifts, the way God wants you to use them.