The Piece That Doesn’t Fit

I remember one of the learning toys we had gotten my son. It was this tub with different shapes cut outs at the top & blocks that would fall into the tub if he chose the block that matched one of the cut outs. He would sit there trying to fit the square piece into the circle cut-out and no matter how much he tried it was still the piece that didn’t fit. That square piece is a metaphor for what I’ve felt like when it comes to my family ever since I was a kid. Why am I so different from them. Why was I the only one who was able to see that something was off with how we were being raised? Why wasn’t I like my siblings? Why do I not have that same arrogance & narcissism that my dad & they all possess? Why am I not like them? What is wrong with me? There had to be something about me that made them all shun me. I remember wondering if maybe I had been switched at birth. It was so lonely for so long. I’m coming to realize that God built me this way so that I could be the person that I am now, so that I could have the husband & son that I have. So that I could be the good & genuine person that I am. There was a reason for it all. Now eventually my son was able to find fit that square into the correct cut out. I however am not meant to be that way. I was meant to be that piece that doesn’t fit & it is ok.