At day at the duck pond.
My son has a way with animals, even most bugs, they love him and it’s not uncommon for them to flock to him. Friends and family have joked about him being the next croc hunter or Dr. Doolittle, but I don’t think they are far off. He has a connection with them that my daughter does not have, but she tries oh so hard. While these ducks and geese are so used to humans and humans feeding them they still act a bit jumpy. But then there is my son, crouched down at their level patiently waiting for them to feel comfortable. When they are comfortable they walk over find the food in his hand and nibble away all while he pets them and talks to them. Usually a crowd will form and you hear peoples whispers and the pointing, sometimes they will say something to me, something like “aren’t you scared they will hurt your son? he is so close” or “your son has a connection that I have never seen before”. When I ask my son why he thinks animals love him so much he says “because they know I love them.”
Lately I have watched my son and I have noticed a few things, some things I knew before, but some things are just coming to the light. He is a (2x gold medal winning) Martial Artist , he will be starting his next Martial Art in Sept (he’s newly 6 now). He loves indoor skydiving, gymnastics and rock climbing… All single man sports. While he is the first to congratulate his fellow artist or thrill seeker I think he prefers to be in his own mind. He has always been a little unsure of himself, nervous, and painfully shy especially around new people so maybe this explains his love for animals. Maybe I am a mom on the constant search for some sort of answer, an answer to what I don’t really know? My son and daughter are very different people, different right from the core. Maybe I can’t understand why two people who are in the same house made from the same two people can be so different. The logical side of me knows everyone is different and I know many moms would agree that their kids are the same way, but I still search for some sort of answer. Maybe, no not maybe, it hurst me to see him so shy and I feel like he is missing out on so many things because of it. While he is BLOOMING so wonderfully, I guess I still worry. I worry about what is going on in his head, if he’s okay, if he feels different. It’s common to fear what we don’t understand, or am I fearing a feeling I personally know so well. This is me being a Mom, the only kind of mom I know how to be.
In all facts I am worrying about nothing, he is perfectly fine AS IS.
Now head over to see Maria’s 10 on 10 for july