I love that my almost 10-year-old makes balloon umbrellas, rehearses tricks for Halloween “just in case”, curls up in bed at night reading Lord of The Rings and befriends snails.
I can’t think where she gets it from. I mean, I remember my dad giving a speech at my 21st birthday marvelling at my odd-bod childhood and seeming a little startled that I’d turned out perfectly OK …
But there’s nothing odd about a teenage girl deciding she’s from a planet near Alpha Centauri called Andromeda and devising a whole language for it … is there?
Nah. Perfectly normal.
Or wearing tartan gymboots, a green raincoat and a red cap to high school … accessorised with a black armband when Split Enz broke up.
Everyone does that, don’t they?
It’s funny the histories you write yourself. The way I tell it I was a shy little flower in my youth. But I might need to rethink that: perhaps “introverted with a streak of wacky” is a better way to describe it.
I look at my eldest and that’s exactly what I got with her – introverted with a streak of wacky.
And I’ve decided it’s not odd-bod at all. It’s fun.
And way more entertaining than social conformity.
She’ll turn out OK too. And I won’t be startled at all.
Are you an introvert or an extrovert?