I’m going to make a sign saying “It’s ok for children to be shy” and I’m going to wrap it round a stick and I’m going to poke the stick at every single person who demands that a kid smile or talk or sing.
Shyness is not a thing that needs to be stamped out, like picking your nose in public or shouting weewee.
Can I reblog this a million times?
Wherever we take Sid, and whoever comes over, we have to explain as politely as possible that he is quite shy, but very friendly, and he just needs some time and space to warm up to the situation before he’s the enthusiastic weirdo that C&I know him to be. Oddly, or perhaps not, most other kids seem to get it. It’s often adults who urge him and urge to “have fun” when he’s not ready to. I was (am) exceedingly shy, too, and I clearly remember grown ups pushing me to talk, sing, play, in front of them, and just feeling more embarrassed and more miserable as they became more and more insistent. When Sid says he doesn’t want to do something, or when he clearly doesn’t feel like talking to someone he doesn’t quite know, I make a point to tell him, “It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
Sid asks me to sing to him every night when he goes to bed. Lately it’s the ABC’s, but my go to since before he was born has been Nature Boy. The last several times I’ve sung this to him, when I get to the lines, “A little shy, and sad of eye, but very wise was he,” he whispers them to himself, and then grins the biggest grin.