When You Want to Crawl And Hide...
I keep forgetting that kids are sponges, they really are. I've been so used to having babies throughout the last 7 years, that it's every now and then its a little tough to switch the mindset. My son William is 7 years old, and sometimes I feel like I'm hanging out with a teenager.. We'll drive home from swim team together having full blown conversations, it's such a nice treat.
But... I sometimes forget that everything I say has the potential to be repeated.
A couple of weeks ago we were driving home from swim team and William asked me, "Do you think I'm shy?"
Now... I hate the word shy. I think it sends such a negative connotation to him, especially since I've never once in my life described him as shy (even though, yes... he is). My husband is natrually shy, so we've made it a mission to try and get the boys to be outgoing because my husband has always hated being shy. So... needless to say, we don't call William that. Ever.
So I tried to approach the question in the best way I possibly could... I said to him, "It's not about being shy William, it's just about being nice and looking at people in the eye when they say hello to you."
"OK, Mom... but why?" I was asked.
And I was as honest as I could be with him. "Because people like it when you look at them in the eye and respond to what they're saying. You make a good impression on people. You want to make a good impression, right?"
I could see the wheels turning in his head. "Yeah, I do."
And then... for some reason, I went on.
"Like someday William, you'll be dating. You want the girl's parents to know you're a nice boy and that you're a kind and sweet boy, right?"
There was silence. And so (ahem...) I went on.
"You know, when Grandma and Grandpa met Daddy, he didn't talk much to them. I didn't want Grandma and Grandpa to think he was being rude, you know?"
So then William asked, "Well, how was it when you met Daddy's mom and dad?"
And I said with a laugh, "Oh... I don't know if they liked me when I first met them, William!"
He was surprised, "Why not, Mom?"
"I think they were sad that Daddy wouldn't ever come back to Pittsburgh."
He then a song came on the radio that he liked and the conversation kind of ended. I honestly didn't think ANYTHING of it at all.
Well, until this past week while we were in Pittsburgh visiting my in-laws. William decided to ask my mother-in-law in front of everyone, "Why did you hate my mom when you first met her?"
You know when you want to crawl and hide?
Yeah... that was me.
I looked at William and said, "William... I didn't say that! I said I didn't think they liked me..."
Fortunately my mother-in-law didn't take offense to it... because in reality, I did think they didn't like me.. but - oh, man... YOU DON'T SAY THAT!!
I love my in-laws to pieces... but even I couldn't get out of that one!