Both of my kids arrived into this world with an unmistakable sense of wildness. There’s something almost primal in their physical expressions, their carefree disregard for cleanliness, and the exuberant — often shrill — sounds they produce. Their emotions are equally intense and unfiltered. They experience life with grand fervor, loving deeply and feeling profoundly.
And yes, it can be utterly maddening. I often find myself gazing at them in bewilderment, questioning who these little beings are and where they came from. Like that one time I glanced out the window to find my younger son scaling a 20-foot pine tree in our backyard, or the moments when his voice reaches pitches I believed were only audible to dogs.
My older son has been a bundle of energy since birth, never able to remain still and often acting on impulse, much to my dismay. His dramatic emotional expressions mirror my own, as I too have a tendency to feel and react intensely.
Whether it’s the testosterone flooding their systems (though I recognize wildness isn’t exclusive to boys), or some ancestral link to wild humans, their essence is loud, chaotic, and spontaneous. They often seem like extraterrestrial beings or untamed creatures from the wilderness.
Understanding their antics is a challenge, but what’s even trickier is navigating the delicate balance between teaching them to behave in society and stifling their natural spirit. I worry that the world will try to suppress their wildness, making them feel inadequate for not fitting into societal norms. My greatest fear, however, is that in my efforts to guide them toward being “well-behaved,” I might extinguish their free-spirited essence.
While there are days when I wish they could just sit quietly, I am also genuinely in awe of their zest for life. Their fearless approach to new experiences, their ability to embrace emotions without hesitation, and their instinctual decision-making are qualities I find captivating. Yes, their behavior can be both infuriating and inspiring, but I admire their ability to feel deeply and express those feelings openly with warm hugs and sloppy kisses.
I wish I could embody some of their qualities — to speak my mind without fear, to show my feelings more openly, to take risks without the weight of worry. I want them to grow into kind, considerate individuals (which they naturally are), but I don’t want to suppress their wildness in the process. I strive to teach them politeness while allowing their spirits to soar. There are moments when I have to bite my tongue to restrain myself from shouting, “Can’t you just be quiet?!” or “What on earth is wrong with you?!”
Our home serves as a sanctuary for their untamed behavior, recognizing that the outside world has stricter societal expectations. Here, they can express themselves freely — they can laugh loudly, use colorful language (yes, they sometimes drop a few f-bombs, and we don’t see that as the end of the world), toss balls in the living room, and engage in pillow fights. Essentially, they can embrace their wildness in all its glory, while I hold my breath and offer silent prayers that they stay safe and don’t create too much chaos.
Above all, I hope they retain that wild spark. I genuinely believe their passionate, brave spirits have the potential to change the world, even if their antics drive me a bit bonkers in the process.
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Summary:
My children embody a wild spirit that I both admire and find challenging. While I strive to teach them the importance of civility, I don’t want to stifle their natural exuberance. Our home is a safe haven for their wildness, and I hope they always retain that fearless spark that makes them unique.