Okay, so I had a thought while doing the dishes yesterday evening. Today was the first day I was able to get to the computer, though...
I had always wished for quiet children, just like me, and I often haven't understood why my daughter, who is so much like me in other ways, never followed suit.
Recently, at work, while introducing myself to a new coworker, my past as a foster child came up. Of course, that got me to thinking on my entire past (for those who know, being a foster kid is only the tip of the iceberg).
After an especially tough day with the kids yesterday, I was pondering the differences between us and it came to me. They aren't abused. I was an abused and/or neglected child (depending on which parent I lived with) when I was younger. Because of this, I was quiet and withdrawn.
In this case, I am glad that my girls and the quiet children that I always sought.
Now, I realize that some kids are just quiet children, but mine are not and for this (and because of the above reasons) I am glad that they are not.
I had always wished for quiet children, just like me, and I often haven't understood why my daughter, who is so much like me in other ways, never followed suit.
Recently, at work, while introducing myself to a new coworker, my past as a foster child came up. Of course, that got me to thinking on my entire past (for those who know, being a foster kid is only the tip of the iceberg).
After an especially tough day with the kids yesterday, I was pondering the differences between us and it came to me. They aren't abused. I was an abused and/or neglected child (depending on which parent I lived with) when I was younger. Because of this, I was quiet and withdrawn.
In this case, I am glad that my girls and the quiet children that I always sought.
Now, I realize that some kids are just quiet children, but mine are not and for this (and because of the above reasons) I am glad that they are not.
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