As I spent the week fretting over my son, my daughter was thriving without my assistance. And by “thriving” I mean taking the world by the balls and enjoying every minute.
New camp? No problem.
New friends? Easy.
Transition from the casual and unstructured days to total structure? Zero issues.
They are so different, my two kids. While they can play together without argument for hours on end and enjoy a lot of the same activities, they could not be more opposite socially and personality wise.
Take this family’s very first foray into the world of summer camp this week: my son had his bumps and adjustments-very typical for him regardless of how awesome the counselors or kids. My daughter had her counselor skipping back to the minivan with her, both grinning ear to ear and a handful of phone numbers in her hand for all her new friends for playdates.
And of course she was unable to stop talking 400 miles per hour for the entire drive home.
and then we did this game with these hula hoops
and then I played this other game with these other girls
and they all want to sit by me and be my friend
and then the counselor said she would be my partner so nobody fought over who could be mine
and then we got in the pool and I sang the motorboat song the loudest
and did you know we did these cheers too today?
Finally she takes a breath long enough for me to ask her brother how his day went, and I get a smile and a shrug.
it was good I had fun.
I catch his eye in the rear view mirror as his sister then launches, again, into every detail of her very social day and how popular she was and how great she did everything and how her entire day was larger than life filled with excitement and adventure and fun! fun! fun!
My son just shakes his heads and smiles.
Later, he confided in me that he thinks his sister has more fun than he does at everything.
Even when she had lunch there was something special mom.
He can’t put his finger on it, but he can feel it. They are like night and day.
But instead of it bothering him, or creating competition…he seems to gain strength from her. She might be younger, but even with something as simple as the kids going to a new summer camp, she seemed to lead the way.
I don’t worry about her like I worry about him, and it’s probably very unfair. My stomach lurches at the slightest issue with my son, but if anything pops up with our little girl I don’t hesitate to assume she’s fine.
She is fearless. Everything comes easy.
She doesn’t need my help.
Nothing showed this to me more than the events of this past week. The ease of which she transitioned to new situations. The ease making friends. The…just plain ease.
They say a Father will be tough on his sons and a Mother will coddle. I can’t argue this point. But what about how a Mother treats her daughters? I find myself tougher on my daughter. Expecting things I realize I don’t from my son.
It’s not fair. And I need to stop.
Where was my worry for her first week of camp? Where was my concern over making sure she dressed right and packed her bag right and had chapstick, just in case, or just the right fitting bathing suit…just in case.
No. With her I knew it didn’t matter, and I ignored the minor details I never would let slip with my son. Granted he has his quirks that do need attending to…but that’s no reason to simply ignore hers.
I’ve made her much more self sufficient. My own expectations of making sure this girl could take care of herself and be tough while dazzling a crowd with her charm…this is my doing.
I need to start concentrating some of that attitude into my son, who would prefer to stay in his comfort zone with Mom nearby.
Yes a lot of these traits are just their personalities, I do realize I have had a major hand in shaping them. I mean, of course I have…I’m their mother… it’s my job.
But when I see the stark differences in just this one little childhood experience, I realize I can do better. I can try harder, or…try to notice when I coddle one and not the other.
And in the meantime I will celebrate their differences and be thankful they are both good-natured and smart and strong…even if their Mom is a bit neurotic.
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