Following Peacequility, you’re already aware that our family is blessed with a huge-hearted strong-willed son. Ironically, his name is Will. Go ahead, laugh. We were determined to choose a name that was, well strong, and we earned the gold in that!
What may not come across in all of my writing is how grateful I am for this boy. While he’s not handicapped in any way, I have a glimpse of the joy, honor, and pleasure it is to have a child with a special and specific need. Should I have an “ordinary” compliant child, I’m certain I’d be no less than an average Stepford Wife going through the motions of living. (That’s ME, probably not you.)
Never before did I realize the internal battle of my life. Can I admit that I had a day planner in middle school for my babysitting gigs? In high school I made painstaking attempts to create a neat and tidy scheduled life because that’s what I believed I was supposed to do, only to be frustrated by cancelled games, rescheduled practices, friends needing an ear or a trigonometry test involving more prep than realized. Planning was allegedly my strength, but I never planned to live. Little did I realize how this would prepare me for raising our kids.
It’s taken a lot of life and five years in the trenches with my son to reveal that just as we shouldn’t put people in a box, we shouldn’t put the life God has given us in a box. God is surprising when allowed to fill our lives. I think to Abraham and Sarah- HELLO! They lived life outside the box- they gave up the position and security of their hometown for the uncertainty that comes with following God. (Some of us like to call that adventure.) It wasn’t a one-time nod at God, with the exception of a few bumps-in-the-road, it was their lifestyle, they continually gave-up to let God fill-in. (Read their story here)
My schedule no longer my own, this boy and his little apprentice need attention and their needs ebb and flow unpredictably. While I constantly walk into unknown character building moments or have an hour unraveled from my schedule resolving a recurring bathroom emergency, I can’t tell you what will happen next in my life with these two but I can say the bi-product is immense faith. Yes, my schedule is not my own, but it took having kids to realize it belonged to God in the first place.
Heart Check: What about you? What sets your kids apart from you? What’s illuminated by your kids spark?
Post Rant: Why do we teach kids that life should be compartmentalized? It’s completely fraudulent.