I Have a Spirited Child, and It’s Not My Fault

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I have a spirited child, and it’s not my doing. My partner and I have made countless attempts to guide his energy in a more manageable direction. I often wonder where this exuberance comes from; neither my partner nor I were particularly wild as kids, and our two older children are more reserved. Before my son came along, I would see children acting out and would often blame their parents (and yes, I was a parent myself during those times—what a lesson in humility!). I questioned why they couldn’t rein in their child, but now, I see the truth.

When it comes to spirited kids, they come into this world already full of life. This vibrant personality is an integral part of their being, making it difficult for them to dial it back. Sure, you can calm them down momentarily, but that lively spirit always finds a way to resurface.

As he’s gotten older, my son has learned when he’s about to go into a “bad place.” Unfortunately, he often can’t stop himself from spiraling out of control. There are moments when I’m powerless to intervene. I’ve physically wrestled him down, carried him out of stores mid-tantrum—an experience I can hardly recall without cringing—and even tried various disciplinary measures that haven’t seemed to stick. We once had a sugar-free, screen-free challenge that lasted six days, which felt like an eternity. I’ve had numerous discussions with his teachers, pediatricians, and have tried everything imaginable.

He’s not a bad kid—he’s just full of life, and there’s a significant difference. After a punishment, he can calm down for a bit, but that lively side of him always returns, often with even more intensity. He’s quite the character, making sounds that are almost primal. He even wants to launch a YouTube channel called “Caveman Chronicles,” which consists of him grunting and pulling faces at the camera. I’ve let him indulge in this for hours because, let’s be honest, it feels like a mini-vacation for me.

His lack of social awareness is astonishing; he wouldn’t hesitate to let one rip, even if we were in a formal setting. I’ve suggested he use the bathroom for such matters, and when he does, it’s a full-on celebration complete with a whoopee cushion, as if to teach me a lesson.

I’ve witnessed his relentless energy on the dance floor at family weddings, where he could shake it for hours without a single break. I had hoped that would tire him out for at least a day, but nope, not even close.

He’s turned my baking supplies into makeshift science experiments while I take a shower and has left me to navigate the “booby traps” he sets in his room. Once, he found my sewing kit and strategically placed needles in the couch cushions, dubbing them his “secret daggers” to test out on unsuspecting sitters.

My grip on his hand while in parking lots is still firm, as he has an unyielding urge to run and jump without regard for safety. His kindergarten teacher even admitted to being apprehensive about having him in class, recalling the chaos he stirred up during pick-up times when he was younger.

His room resembles a mini-laboratory filled with bizarre experiments. At the moment, he’s attempting to grow gum in a pot of dirt—truly the tamest of his escapades.

I remember a grocery store incident when he was two. After unsuccessfully trying to corral him for what felt like an eternity, he threw a can of green beans across the aisle, nearly hitting a bystander who then advised me to sign him up for sports. I had high hopes that would be a good outlet, but after one season, he declared his hatred for them. I won’t force him into activities he dislikes—after all, I enjoy the company of the other kids and coaches too much to put them through his opera performances at practice.

In summer, he’s up before dawn, picking berries for breakfast. His creativity knows no bounds, and he can understand how things work just by looking at them. He’s obsessed with shows like “Naked and Afraid,” and I genuinely believe he could thrive in the wild better than most adults. He found science camp boring because he felt he already “knew all that stuff.”

So yes, I have a spirited child. I’ve invested countless hours and energy trying to guide his behavior. I’m fatigued, but the truth is, I adore him. His determination, refusal to conform, and outspoken nature are qualities I cherish. While I do my best to guide him in understanding when his wildness is appropriate, I also want to nurture what makes him unique. Some days, it feels like an uphill battle, but he’s my son, and I love every part of who he is.

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Summary:

This piece reflects on the challenges and joys of raising a spirited child. The author shares personal anecdotes about their son’s energetic nature, highlighting the contrast between their parenting expectations and reality. Despite the exhaustion that comes with parenting a wild child, the love and appreciation for their unique traits shine through.