Smelly Socks: Differences in personalities -- the best of both worlds
I have mentioned that my two sons, Austin and Jamison, are as different as night and day. More than just their physical appearances, their personalities are also completely different. Some days, it is challenging, but I am grateful for their differences. I truly have the best of both worlds, and our house is never boring. What one child doesn't think of, it is assured that the other one will, and the adventure continues.
My 12-year-old, Austin, with his dark hair and blue eyes, is spunky and inquisitive. He talks incessantly and loves to debate issues until he wins. He is fidgety, spontaneous and too smart for his own britches, but he also has a kind and loving heart. When he reveals his heart to you, he completely melts you with his sincerity. Austin keeps our life interesting, and you never know what he will come up with. He wants to be a doctor or a lawyer, and knowing him, he will probably be both. He is a firecracker through and through and a non-stop roller coaster.
Jamison is our 8-year-old. He has blonde hair and green eyes. He is quiet and contemplative. While he is not a huge talker, what he does say is said in earnest. He craves order and routine. Jamison truly enjoys helping and feeling useful. He wants to be veterinarian, an engineer, an architect or anything that is structural. I am sure he will change his mind a million times before he finally decides, but I can assure you that he will be the best at whatever he chooses. Just looking at Jamison brings a smile to your face as you see his constant smile, and the glasses that he has been wearing since 2 years old.
Where Austin is our constant, non-stop action, Jamison is our peaceful, soothing rest. John and I are truly blessed with the best of both worlds. When the Lord blessed us with boys, John was delighted and thought that he would have constant hunting companions in them. Living on a ranch, hunting is a birthright and a "coming of age" sign that most country children eagerly await. He had two boys to help him get ready for deer season. He had assistants filling deer feeders, setting the deer blinds up and just watching the deer that roam our place get bigger and bigger each year.
With Austin being the oldest, we assumed that he would be the first of the boys to catch the "hunting bug." However, as usual, he had a different idea. Hunting is a sport where one has to be quiet and wait patiently for the right opportunity. "Quiet" and "patient" are not words that Austin knows the meaning of. Whenever Austin was coaxed into going with John, they would both come home silent, frowning, and not too happy with each other. It got to the point where John would go by himself. and Austin would happily spend his day inside watching TV or doing other inside boy activities.
As soon as Jamison was old enough, he started asking John if he could go with him. John was skeptical from the trauma he experienced from taking Austin with him. He reluctantly agreed, and Jamison was beside himself. They both sat in the deer blinds and quietly observed the wildlife that the ranch offered up. Turkeys would walk by and Jamison marveled at their size and the fact that they are actually the birds that appear on most Thanksgiving tables. They also saw some bucks that were beautiful and John's finger started itching at their size. John and Jamison had a whispering conversation about being good stewards of the wildlife. You should only shoot something if there was a need for it. Jamison, who is a picky eater, stated that he would try deer meat since he would have a part in bringing it home. John explained how we only shoot older deer, and we make and eat deer sausage. Their in-depth conversation was abruptly halted when John noticed the deer had been startled and were paying close attention to their surroundings. Suddenly, the biggest, ugliest, meanest coyote that you could imagine came out of the brush by the feeder. The deer quickly left and John eased his rifle up to take a shot, but Jamison quietly said, "Ah, Dad, don't shoot him." John was surprised and asked, "Why not?" Jamison replied, "I will try deer meat, but I don't think I can handle coyote meat." By the time they had quit laughing, all of the noise they had made scared everything away.
Our house is busy, and we are blessed with happy, healthy children. The good Lord gives you exactly what you need at exactly the time he wants you to have it. I am thankful for the wonderful children that he blessed us with. He knew that John and I needed a little shaking up, and with these two we certainly have our hands full.
Johanna is a proud seventh generation Texan. She lives on her family's South Texas ranch with her husband and two lively boys. Email Johanna Bloom or Anita Spisak at firstname.lastname@example.org.