Have you ever thought to yourself, “I wish I had a mini-me!”? lol Me neither. But it happened. My son Gabe is so much like me. He looks like me and basically has my personality down to his music taste. True story; as a child my favorite song was “Take on Me” by A-ha. Which is now his favorite song. It’s so odd sometimes just how much gets passed down from one generation to the next.
I’m a sensitive introvert (an INFJ, to be exact) and I’m guessing he is too. I swing between two extremes in personality- everything is wonderful and I love everyone…or woe is me! Nobody loves me! Life is horrible!
Basically wildly vacillating between these two extremes…
I see so much of that in my son as well. Finding out my personality type was extremely helpful in understanding why I think and act the way I do.
I know I write in a very serious manner but that is just part of my personality. In my life I am really very goofy and silly and weird. I love to laugh and would do just about anything to elicit a laugh. But I also have this very serious, reflective side. Lately, that part has been very much in the forefront in going through an extended health crisis with my son.
Under stress I’ve just not been in the best “head space”. I think a part of me was upset when everyone else’s life just kept going like normal when mine came to a screeching halt.
INFJs are known for “door-slamming” when under pressure and I can look back and see I have done that multiple times in the past few months. A door slam is when we reach a point of stress and frustration that is such that we completely cut people out of our lives.
Today I took a major step forward in repairing one such damaged relationship. It felt really good. I realized (ouch ouch ouch) that I can be a bit of (!!!) a drama queen at times. I have compassion on myself though because I’ve been given this weird insight into how I am wired, because I see so much of it in my son as well.
I’m emotional. I get hurt easy. I tend to turn inwards instead of just outright addressing problems. But I’m also caring and thoughtful and quick to forgive when I eventually do come to my senses.
Having children is humbling but also enlightening. I know, for me, it has helped me to be more compassionate with myself. I love my children so dearly but I see the humanness there. Their weaknesses. Their struggles. But I love them so much, they are so precious to me. I love them for who they are, not in spite of their humanity but because of it. They are vulnerable and they need me and that only makes me love them more.
I think God sees us very much the same. He loves us in our humanity, in our struggle. He has a Father’s heart towards us. It gives me a tremendous sense of comfort to think of God in that way.
“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!” Isaiah 49:15
I think that is a word for someone. I will not forget you!
“Heavenly Father, help us to get a sense of how much, how dearly, you love us. Help us to know and truly understand that you will not, can not, forget us. You fashioned us uniquely in our Mothers womb. You know us intimately and love us eternally. Amen”