Two of my children have personality quirks that fall on both ends of the above spectrum.
The oldest child is my Nervous Nelly. She has a contingency plan in the event of any imagined emergency.
My heart aches for her as she has now reached the delightful age wherein she’s certain that everyone is staring at her no matter where we are. And because she is a long drink of water, she tends to slouch at the prospect.
The truth of the matter is that sometimes people really are staring at her because she is turning into a stunning beauty. Which she doesn’t recognize at all. And it has not escaped her father’s notice that boys are occasionally falling all over themselves to get a gander at her.
Last month when we were camping, I sent her back to the pool to retrieve some item we left behind. With a sheepish grin she returned and confided that as she walked past the jacuzzi a teenaged boy called to her, “HEY!” When she turned to look at him, he added, “You’re cute!”
Her response of course was to hurry her pace while hiding behind her beautiful curly chestnut hair. I told her the next time this happens, and it will, just shoot back, “HEY! I’M 12!”
Or “I’ll be sure to tell my dad that. WHEN HE GETS OUT OF PRISON.”
An eye roll may have followed.
As it is now, all I can do for her is to help navigate the treacherous waters of puberty, and help her find solid footing on self esteem.
The younger sister of course falls into the Tattle Tale category. One thing that the article mentioned was that tattling usually subsides by the 3rd grade. Evidently I’m nurturing a late bloomer, because as she’s entering the 5th grade this year, she’s showing no signs of slowing down.
We all have her pegged in a career as a law enforcement officer or an attorney. Because besides the gift of tattling, she can and will argue with a brick wall, if a more worthy opponent is not readily available.
Basically what I’m learning about my very different children at this age is that they are in the throws of varying self-awareness (this does not apply to Jensen as he still possesses NO FILTER WHATSOEVER).
I am the self appointed traffic guard, attempting to help them work through the inevitable conflict and give them a safe environment to try and fail. And then encourage them to try again.
Even on those days I’d much rather lock myself in the closet.
Any good tips on how to deal with Tattle Tales and Worry Warts? And please humor me by telling me that they grow out of this phase!
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