Ever heard of the Momma Bear instinct? You know, when someone offends your child, they've offended you - and the claws come out. When one of them hurts, you hurt just as much, and probably more.
This past week, we experienced some of this with our littlest man.
Daniel became hesitant about a certain social situation. He said he didn't want to go. It took a while, but he finally admitted that there is one child who won't play with him.
Now I know my little guy isn't perfect. Yes, he can be annoying. His English is still lacking, so communication is sometimes tough. He's probably the smallest kid in his class at school AND church (and the oldest by several months). And his social skills are definitely a work in progress.
But I also know that he is not mean. So to hear this broke my heart.
Oh, how this boy wants to be with friends, wants to be accepted. And honestly, we knew this would come soon. Maybe not this soon, but it was bound to happen. Things just don't come as easily for him as they do for other kids: whether it be writing his name, or making his bed... or friendships.
As I was seeking to comfort him (and trying to keep from becoming too defensive), I thought to myself... Why is it that kids desire the acceptance & approval of the ONE person who doesn't want to give it?
Ah, a light bulb moment. This issue isn't unique to little kids. It's middle-schoolers. And teenagers.
And yes, even adults.
I want to encourage my boys to be themselves and let their friendships develop naturally. But you know, before I can really teach them that, I guess I need to learn it for myself.
2 comments:
Bless you sweet friend and YES we need to learn it too! Praying for your sweet boy!!! and your momma heart!!!
Blessings and love!
Amen. Preach it. I'm right there with you. My son is in the same boat. He has been here for two years next month, his English is quite good, his grades are quite good, he turned 11 yesterday and is older and bigger than most third graders in his class, and yet...he is forever coming home with a story we have to worm out of him about how someone was mean to him. However, what stuck me most today, in comparison, is my own story. I work in middle school, and the assistant principal is a big, obnoxious, rude bully. Nuff said. Prayers go your way. But, never lose that mama-bear instinct.
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