Guest Author - Lisa Polovin Pinkus
Each of our sons is different from the others. Some of our sons are athletic. Others are thinkers. Some of our sons are go-getters, and others are a bit more reluctant. Some of our sons challenge us constantly. Some of our sons are pretty laid back.
No matter who this son is he has something to teach his mom. My oldest son, for example, teaches me the most about my Self. That’s because he’s a lot like I was (or maybe am). My son thinks he knows the answer to everything. He’s very confident. He needs to be in charge. He knows the right way to do things. He is always right – even when he’s wrong. (I’d like to issue an apology right here and now to all of my childhood friends who experienced my bossiness, my over-confidence, or my need to be right.)
Each of our sons is so special and adds a certain light to our life and to the world.
Some of our sons show us that the world does not always operate in the norm. They are a living example of the bell curve. They see things differently. They smell things differently. They experience textures differently. These sons help us to broaden our own narrow sense of the world. They lead us to new ways of thinking and doing things. They teach us that there are different paths to the same destination.
Some of our sons bring so much love into the world; we wonder how we were able to create such a thing. These sons bring the gift of curiosity, inspiration, and delight. They are filled with so much sweetness that their outbursts are shocking and unexpected. It is these sons who bring a smile even when there is nothing to smile about.
Our sons teach us that matching our clothes is overrated. For that matter, so is putting clean clothes away or dirty clothes into a hamper. They teach us that bottomless pits do exist and a stocked refrigerator is a necessity you cannot ignore. Sons make the world a little more dangerous, a bit more exciting, and more active than you could have imagined.
In the world of sons, flushing toilets is a second thought. Using shirtsleeves in place of napkins is commonsense. Matchbox cars belong scattered all over the floor. Our sons can out think us, out program us, and make us feel as though we were technologically deficient.
There are no words to describe a son’s love. Deep rooted and majestic, they can make a mom feel like a queen. They raise us up, make us proud, and help us to learn more about the world and ourselves. The more we have, the more we want.