I have almost two dozen nieces and nephews that were all born before I had my first child. My experience being surrounded by babies all the time helped me realize when one nephew came along that he was special. He was different not in an abnormal, weird way but in a quirky, completely different kind of perspective way. Would this mean he would grow up to become a genius? Were his differences evidence of that kind of potential? Now that he is a grown man and embarking on his career as a bio-geneticist I can see that it did mean just that.
Children, Pets and Grief
Recently my family lost a beloved family member, Sparky. He had been with us for almost eighteen years and was also a hero. Sparky was a dog who wandered into our lives as a puppy abandoned at a city park and we brought him home with us.
In the beginning it was “iffy” if Sparky was going to be a keeper. He seemed awfully aggressive. Not with the family, but with anyone who passed by the front yard. He would get so agitated he would chew through the wood fence and chase their phantom passage down the street. The delay of the chewing through the fence assured the unsuspecting stranger had gotten well away but Sparky just had to make sure. Unfortunately, Sparky could never remember where his exit hole was so he would chew another entrance hole. Despite his destructive security measures, my children and I adored him. My husband, not so much. You see, he was the one who was always having to patch up the fence.