On my first born....

While Seth is now technically my middle child, he was the first child I adopted, bringing him from the hospital to my home and straight into my heart.  He will forever be my first born – birth order or not.  

Seth can be hard.  Really hard.  I watch people struggle to connect with him these days while he talks to them too close, too loud, and at base, in a really annoying manner.  He is an over-the-top sensory-seeking-maniac who craves attention from anyone who will engage him.  {sigh}

But those people who take time to engage Seth adore him.  He is sweet with a heart of gold and love tank that does not run dry.  Yes, sometimes my other two are easier to love on.  Seth…. my first born, Seth…. is hard.  And I get it.  I pray for people who will take the time – like Tesney, Shana and Jenny did in Uganda – to understand him.  I love that people like Keren fell for him.  I shout loud praises {and then crumble to pieces} when, just this morning, he writes his name by himself and without complaining after just four months of school with Mrs. Watts.  {If you know Seth, you know how absolutely monumental this is….}

I also weep when doctors tell me that his vision is so poor he will never drive.  I don’t accept that.  I can’t accept that for the child who wants nothing more out of life than to drive trains.  Ugh.  

So when you meet Seth, and you’re not sure what to do with him, give him a chance.  On the other side of the “crazy” is an awesome, incredibly bright, engaging five year old {even though he looks seven} who loves to play and will loyally be your best friend for life if you just give him a chance.