When my son was born...almost 13 years ago, I held a sweet, little bundle of joy. I had so many dreams in my mind of what he would become. Would he play baseball, football, or basketball...or would he be artistic, playing music and singing? I dreamed so many things for him, yet few have been how I envisioned.
My son has always marched to the beat of his own drum...literally! (If you know Nick, you will know what I mean). He has tried soccer, t ball, and basketball. And although he loves basketball, his lack of skill keep him from playing very much.
Sports are just not for him, but oh how it seems to be for most kids his age. I have sat back and watched Nick try so desperately to fit in, even wanting to wear all the sport clothes the "cool" kids wear. He has been bullied because of his size, his constant movement, his tics, and more.
It's so hard to watch your child want to be well liked and accepted...he is rarely ever invited to birthday parties or to friends houses. He just doesn't "fit in". He has friends, but sometimes his definition of friends and mine are two different things.
And although this is hard to watch, I know that God is working something great in his life. Nick will soon learn that popularity means nothing, but people will remember your morals and character. He will soon learn that one day everyone will forget how good you were at a sport, but they will remember your sportsmanship. He will soon learn that his unique personality and unbelievable intelligence(even though the grades don't always show it) are going to take him far in life.
When he was born, I had dreams...but now, I have different dreams. I dream that this sweet, sensitive, boy will change the world with his witty personality and his compassionate heart. I dream that he will be accepting to those who feel unaccepted because he knows what it's like to feel unaccepted. I travel a different path now, but this one is much more beautiful!