I had a friend/ mentor challenge me with a concept this week …
“Children have come to you to teach you something, to guide you down a specific path, and you too have been chosen as their parent to nurture and be a part and support the beginning of their journey”.
So this started me thinking about my own children and more specifically why each of them would be an important part of my own journey. What are my children teaching me about myself, about my life, about the world?
My oldest child teaches me to look in the mirror – he is my mirror, the most similar personality to mine, and the hardest road for me to juggle. I am trying to teach him to be better than I was at the same age. Manage his emotions better, not be so reactionary, to think of others and not just himself. And he teaches me to do the same.
My second child teaches me about the softer sides of my personality, she is empathetic and sensitive, and needs more of me than I naturally want to give. She encourages my generosity, and I am here to help her manage her sensitive side, in a world that doesn’t always side with emotion.
My third child, is there to teach me spontaneity. He is my inner child, my “I want to play” kid, my reminder to not be too rigid, to not be too controlling, too routined. I am here to teach him, that there is also fun to be had in the routine, there is pleasure to be found in knowing what will happen the next day.
My fourth child, is everything in between. He is the little bits of myself that I can’t name, that I can’t quite put my finger on, that I’m not sure if there are the positive or negative sides of my personality. He is joy, cheek, frustration and the pace of life. I am here to teach him that those little bits are enough. They are love, and goodness, personality and strength.