Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The princess in the shopping cart

E's shyness is a profound thing. I spoke recently with her pediatrician about it and the question he sent me home to think about was, "does it interfere with regular childhood activities?" In a hundred ways, I can think of an easy example that will frame that answer as 'yes.'

There was, for example, the birthday party I took her to this weekend. There were six kids there total, and an adult facilitator, and a few parents, all of whom she has known for years. Because the party was in a location she'd never seen before and because of the one strange adult, she had a stomach ache and wanted to turn away at the entrance. She wouldn't talk to the adult and whispered messages in my ear for me to repeat aloud. She didn't smile until it was over. (But then she said it was wonderful.)

Strangers can paralyze her but every so often, somebody will catch her eye and she will comport this poised persona whom I love to observe. She'll catch the attention of drivers in cars next to us at red lights and wave sponteneously. She befriends younger kids instantly and with grace. But mostly, she sees unfamiliar faces looking upon her and tries to hide behind me.

Did I ever tell you that we taught her to shake hands at 18 months? Relatives who came to town wanted to kiss her, to hug her, to show her in the most normal ways how happy they were to see her. The interactions overwhelmed her and we all suffered in the tension of the first hour of any visit. She might be the only toddler granddaughter in history to have greeted her family with a hearty Nice to see you!

It was disarming, and in being so, it was a hiding place in plain sight.

The other day there was a six-year-old. We were looking for chocolate chips; she was waiting for her mother to decide between the white rice and the brown rice. She wore a T-shirt and jeans and the kind of worn-out sandals that show the ending of summer upon them. She also wore a tulle tutu, a gaudy crystal necklace and a plastic, gold tiara.

Unbidden by anyone except the voice of conviction in her mind, E approached her. She didn't skitter or hesitate. She walked toward the unknown girl and her stranger-danger mother. She looked at her directly and spoke clearly:

Excuse me. I like your crown.

The girl regally acknowledged E's compliment with a serious nod befitting a royal holding grocery-store court. E never saw her nod, though, because she was already walking back to me.

She didn't say anything to me, but she looked at me to see that I had noticed.

She smiled broadly.

And in return, so did I. Pin It

5 comments:

Varda said...

That is a lovely story. And by the way, big, loudmouth, walk-up-to-anyone-and-talk-to-them, "mayor" of my neighborhood, me? A painfully shy child. Sent to speech teacher in 1st grade because I wouldn't speak above a whisper in class. My Mom laughed her ass off when finally told why I'd been sent to speech "You should hear her at home: loud, bossy & won't shut up." Well, it took quite a few years, but by the time I was in college, my "home" personality took over and I only have occasional twinges of shyness these days. So continue to love and support your daughter and know she will grow out of it, probably sooner with some help.

Megan Leslianne said...

I always read your posts but rarely comment. But, I did want to say: I was just like E when I was a child. I was painfully shy until around 16 years old. I was fine in busy places and I could ask for help from strangers if I needed to, but I was definitely an introvert and preferred the company of those I knew and would NEVER think of doing anything even remotely embarrassing or out of the ordinary. I read many books and was always colouring, drawing or painting. I did all my school work and loved it.

As I got older and experienced new things as a teen and adult, the introvert disappeared and now I'm the extrovert of the group. I learnt how to make friends and get out of my comfort zone. But the best thing is, due to my preference as a youngster of keeping to myself, I'm a well-read, artistically minded and well-educated extrovert. ;)

So, E will end up with the best of both worlds, I'll bet.

Mariposa said...

I'm the opposite. I was a fairly outgoing child and now tend to be quiet and shy. However, I force myself to talk in groups and quickly get over my discomfort after doing this. Blessings on your day! :)

Lenae said...

Oh, this was so endearing. What a sweetheart!

My oldest two -but especially my oldest- can be painfully shy as well. I have often wondered how to deal with it (if at all... is it my fault, or is this just how he is?...) The first two comments here reassure me that our little ones are making their way, figuring out how to voice their thoughts and relate to those around them.

SmartBear said...

Oh, what a sweet story! I just love how you embrace everything about your kiddos.
Best,
Tina