Man, lemme tell you about my journey with understanding my boy. You know, when he was just a little guy, I always figured kids were kids, kinda all the same. But then mine, a bona fide Virgo, he started showing his colors, and whoa, what a ride it’s been. I didn’t set out to “study” him or anything, it just kinda happened, living life, day in and day out.
I remember early on, he wasn’t like some of the other kids I saw, just tearing through toys, making a huge mess. Nah, my guy, he’d actually line his stuff up. I’d walk into his room and his little cars would be in a neat row, facing the same way. At first, I just thought, “Oh, that’s cute.” But then it kept happening. If I moved one, he’d come over and fix it. Seriously. I watched him do it. This wasn’t a one-off; it was a thing. That’s when it first clicked for me, this need for order.
Learning His Inner Workings
Then came the questions. Oh boy, the questions. It wasn’t just “why is the sky blue?” He’d ask about everything. “Why does the car wheel spin like that?” “How does the water come out of the tap?” He needed to know the mechanics of things. I swear, he’d dissect his sandwich with his eyes before taking a bite, probably wondering about the bread-to-filling ratio. I realized he wasn’t just curious; he was genuinely trying to understand how the world around him functioned, piece by tiny piece.
- I saw him getting frustrated if a puzzle piece didn’t fit perfectly.
- I noticed he’d clean up his own spills, not because I told him to, but because it bugged him to see the mess.
- I caught him correcting me on little things, like if I mispronounced a word or forgot a detail about a story I’d told before. My own son, holding me accountable!
And food? Don’t even get me started. He was, and still is, particular. Not just picky, but particular. If the peas touched the mashed potatoes, it was a crisis. I learned to separate everything, to present meals neatly. It wasn’t about being difficult; it was about his sensory experience, his preference for things to be “just so.” It made me have to really think about how I was doing things, not just rushing through. I had to pay attention to the small stuff, you know?
He wasn’t always the first to jump into a new group, either. I observed him hanging back, watching, sizing up the situation before slowly making his way in. He’d take it all in, analyze the dynamics, then decide if and how he’d participate. It wasn’t shyness so much as a careful calculation. Once he was in, though, he was often the one suggesting rules for games or trying to make things fair. He wanted things to run smoothly, for everyone to get along.
My Approach Shifted
Through all this, my whole way of parenting kinda shifted. I stopped trying to force him into being less “fussy” or less “questioning.” Instead, I started leaning into it. When he asked “why,” I’d give him a real answer, or we’d look it up together. When he lined up his toys, I’d compliment his neatness, even if it wasn’t a conscious effort on my part. I encouraged his helpfulness, giving him little tasks around the house, which he always took seriously, doing them meticulously.
I realized his need for order wasn’t about being controlling, but about finding comfort in a predictable environment. His questions weren’t about challenging me, but about building his own understanding. His carefulness wasn’t a flaw, but a strength. He’s always trying to refine things, to make them better, more efficient. That’s just how his brain works, you know? It’s all about precision and service, whether to himself, his environment, or others.
It’s been a journey, for sure. Watching him grow, seeing these traits mature, has been fascinating. I learned that with a Virgo boy, you gotta respect their need for detail, their analytical mind, and their desire for things to be just right. They’re not being difficult; they’re just wired differently, always striving for that little bit of perfection in a chaotic world. And once you get that, man, it makes everything a whole lot easier, and a lot more rewarding, too.
