This is my Benjamin. He is so different from my other crazies. He is busy and yet highly focused on what he is doing. He is challenging and very loving and sweet. He doesn’t follow instructions well but is very sensitive to correction. He is cuddly and yet has a hard time receiving too many snuggles because he has so much to do. He is hard to teach and coach but extremely curious about how things work and often takes things apart and puts them back together. He even answers questions in unusual ways.
Benjamin, what do you want to be when you grow up?
A dump truck.
Do you mean a dump truck driver?
No, I mean a dump truck.
While coloring recently, I got on his case about how he holds his crayon and was encouraging him to try to color inside the lines. He looked up at me with these big brown eyes and said, “Mama, those lines aren’t for me.” He’s right. They aren’t for him. He just sees things differently. He challenges me to try to see things from a new perspective. I want so badly to understand him but he is so beautifully complicated.
He views the world in a very different way than anyone I have ever met. In 1st Peter 4:10-11 it says, God has given each of you a gift from his great variety of spiritual gifts. Use them well to serve one another. My sweet Benjamin is a gift to me. He challenges the way I see things. He encourages me to seek understanding over judgement. He draws me in because I want to know him more. He’s right. The lines aren’t for him. He marches to the beat of his own drummer because my drummer is either too fast or too slow. His differences from me are so beautiful and mysterious. What a blessing he is, not just as my son, but as a constant reminder of how our uniqueness is not a mistake but a plan for us to better serve others and serve God. He will grow up to challenge the way we think about the world and for that I am grateful. Color outside those lines little man. Love you.