God gave me very different children. I guess we can all say that. The gifts of one are the struggles of another and vice versa. They are each beautiful, radiant with joy which helps me think I am doing something right. . . so far.
Having children with different needs, different strengths, different challenges pushes me to think creatively and react with empathy. Sometimes I get frustrated, wonder how I am repeating something we have discussed dozens of times. On the bad days, I am just breathing deep and moving on to the next thing. On good days, I remember how I still knit so poorly after years of doing it. I think about how some things just dont interest me at all and I have to listen patiently when someone else gushes about those topics.
I am learning still. And my children are my teachers.