I love her so much, she is my new best friend-she is best friends with everyone she meets. She has my strong will but outside of that we are polar opposite. She is Hyper sensitive, physically and emotionally. She is girls to the max, I'm talking pink, ponies, dresses, jewelry. She has a fascination with make-up that is uncommon for her age. She loves her hair down and I have gotten pretty fancy, ifI do say so myself, in the braid department.
I find myself wanting to force her to conform, to toughen up. But then God reminds me to foster the person that she is rather than make her be who I want. She has so many strengths that I want to encourage. She is compassionate, obedient, friendly and wise beyond her years. She is shy, timid and sensitive around unfamiliar places and people. And truly her strengths outnumber any weaknesses. Part of it is the age, sure. But mostly, it is who she is. The princess mentality is certainly not anything I have nurtured, therefore nature's effect is aging in her personality.
Last night Brandon and I received free tickets to the Monster Truck rally from a man at our church. We thought it would be a great family outing. So we dropped Tabbers off with my parents and went out as a family of four.
It is fun to only have two kids, each kid gets equal parent time. When we got to the arena the differences in my two older children began to show immediately. Zechi, is a natural boy so the trucks and dirt, noise and chaos brought instant fascination. Hannah could care less and focused on her cotton candy. Within the first 10 min of the show Zechi was on the edge of his seat, jumping up and clapping with each BMX stunt. Hannah had lost interest in her cotton candy put her hands over her ears, fully annoyed at the excessively loud environment and begged me to take her home. 20 min into the show Brandon was grabbing Zechi's shirt neck to keep him from falling over the railing, Hannah had graduated to full boredom, gave up her tears and chose to sleep through the performance. After sleep loved to be impossible, due to the noise, she focused on the rings, yes-plural, and proceeded to tell me why she liked each one, asking me when she could go home every other phrase.
Nature vrs. Nurture. Despite the incessant complaints, I really enjoyed the night observing and admiring the personslties of my children. I know that nurture has a huge play in their beings, and I know that God has given them unique personalities and strengths to fit their person. Ultimately I have learned that my role is to trust in The Lord, pray over my children and allow God to take the reigns of parenting to allow them to become the people He, not I, desire them to be.
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