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As I watched my daughter dash towards me when her daycare teacher opened the door, I felt a rush of joy. She leapt into my arms for our usual “I missed you today” cuddle.
“Does she speak at home?” the teacher asked, catching me off guard. My daughter talks incessantly at home; she even chats in her sleep!
“She doesn’t say much here. That’s okay; I’m not concerned. If she talks at home, she’s clearly fine. I think she’s just a little shy.” My heart dropped. I looked down at her and felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. I never wanted a shy child. I lifted her onto my hip, forcing a smile as I reassured her, “That’s perfectly fine! There’s nothing wrong with being shy!” But inside, I was silently pleading, “Please, don’t let her be shy. Don’t let her face the same struggles I did.”
My Struggles with Shyness
Shyness had shadowed my childhood. Growing up with extroverted parents, I often felt misunderstood. My reserved nature was seen as a flaw that needed correcting.
I vividly recall being reprimanded for my shyness. My mother could easily strike up conversations with strangers, and I was expected to do the same. “Say hello to the lady,” she would urge, but my voice would falter, and I’d look down in embarrassment. The confusion of being told to engage with people I didn’t know was overwhelming.
When I failed to respond, my mother would apologize for my behavior and then lecture me: “That lady thinks you’re rude! You really embarrassed me!” This only deepened my shyness, teaching me to worry about others’ perceptions, even those of strangers. I began to despise a significant part of myself, comparing myself to my outgoing sister and feeling inadequate.
Throughout my school years, my shyness was consistently noted in my reports. Teachers would advise me to participate more, which disappointed my parents, who felt my quietness reflected poorly on them. I began to hate my personality, wishing I could be the child they wanted and imagining that life would be easier if I was more assertive.
“I’ll outgrow it,” I told myself, echoing well-meaning comments directed at my mother whenever I was quiet around strangers. But as I grew older, my social awareness intensified, transforming my shyness into full-blown social anxiety.
Realizations as a Parent
As an adult, I still carried the weight of shame regarding my shyness. I often blamed my personality for my misfortunes, convincing myself that if I were louder or more outgoing, I wouldn’t face these challenges.
When my daughter was born, I felt relieved to see her outgoing nature. She smiled at strangers and seemed at ease in social situations. I affectionately called her “my little extravert,” convinced she wouldn’t share my struggles. However, as she aged, I noticed a shift. By nine months, she became aware of who was a stranger, and when I returned to work and enrolled her in daycare, I hoped it would bolster her social confidence. Unfortunately, I was met with reports of her being too shy to interact with other children.
Hearing this made me cry myself to sleep. I questioned what I had done to contribute to her shyness. Did I condemn her to a life of bullying and social struggles? Then came the news that she wasn’t speaking, and my heart shattered. I realized I was reliving my childhood.
To my surprise, I learned that my shyness hadn’t been the problem; it was the lack of support and acceptance from my parents that had affected me. My daughter could be shy yet still confident, assertive, and happy. As I began to support her without trying to “correct” her behavior, I found myself accepting my own nature, understanding that my disappointment lay not with her but with my upbringing. I mourned the lost opportunities of my past but felt empowered to parent differently.
Progress and Acceptance
The last time I picked her up from daycare, I was delighted to hear that, while she was still a bit shy, she had spoken more and participated without prompting. This proved to me that love, support, and acceptance truly work. My daughter felt secure at home, laying the foundation for her confidence outside.
Now, I no longer label her as an extravert or an introvert. I aim to nurture a child who loves herself as she is, without the desire to change for others. I only mention her shyness to encourage her or reassure her of her worth.
When I affirm that “there’s nothing wrong with being shy,” I genuinely believe it. I’m not just comforting my daughter; I’m healing my inner child. If she ends up resembling me, that’s okay because I’ve learned that there’s nothing wrong with who I am.
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In summary, my journey as a parent has transformed my understanding of shyness. Rather than viewing it as a flaw, I’ve learned to embrace it as a part of my daughter’s identity, allowing her to grow into a confident individual who appreciates herself. By changing my perspective, I not only support her but also heal my past.