Recently, my son, Noah, shared his excitement about a large playdate that his friends were attending, complete with Nerf guns and games galore. My immediate thought was to prepare for his potential disappointment at not being invited. “Are you feeling left out?” I cautiously inquired.
“Nah, I’m good,” he replied, genuinely thrilled for them. He went on to describe their plans, and I realized he was not upset; he was simply happy for his friends. Time and again, I find myself marveling at his remarkable ability to find joy in others’ experiences.
Raising a child like Noah, who seems to possess an old soul, is both a privilege and a humbling journey. I recall a moment when he was just two years old. During lunch, I was grappling with my own emotions, trying to mask my sadness. Noah, noticing my struggle, reached out to touch my cheek with his tiny hand, looking deep into my eyes with an understanding that left me breathless. It was as if he could see right through to my heart.
His innate sense of calm is astonishing. Just this morning, amid a chaotic search for homework and winter gear, he calmly skipped to the bus, unfazed by the commotion around him. “Why is he always so cheerful?” I asked my partner, who simply replied, “It’s just who he is.”
Noah’s patience is also noteworthy. He often acts as a translator for his younger sister, Lily, understanding her nonsensical toddler language better than I do. After a minor fall, she instinctively seeks comfort from him instead of coming to me. He wraps her in a gentle hug, reassuring her that everything will be okay. Recently, I overheard him say, “I had so much fun being wizards with you today. You’re really fun to hang out with.” This warms my heart, knowing he is laying the groundwork for how she will expect to be treated by others in the future.
In our household, emotions run deep. Noah is still processing discussions we had years ago about shelters and kindness. Though he can certainly be a handful—often lost in his thoughts, bossy at times, and perpetually unable to find his belongings—he possesses a unique ability to make me reflect on life and our connections.
I do worry, however. I fear that his sensitive nature may lead to heartbreak as he loves deeply and wholly. I am concerned that our fast-paced, modern world might dull his unique spark, so I encourage him to spend time outdoors, away from screens. Moreover, I sometimes question my ability to guide him, feeling that my soul doesn’t resonate with the depth of his.
Being the parent of an old soul like Noah brings unexpected surprises. At just three, he once told me that before he was born, he searched for a mom with the perfect voice and felt lucky to have found me. And I feel just as fortunate, little one.
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In summary, raising a child with an old soul is both a gift and a challenge. It requires nurturing their unique qualities while also addressing the worries that come with such sensitivity. Finding balance can lead to a rich, rewarding experience for both parent and child.