My daughter, and son, are both ‘quiet’ kids. I know that sounds like an oxymoron. The words ‘quiet’ and ‘child’ aren’t exactly two words you’d put together, right? What I mean is, they’re not boisterous, loud, on the go, ‘out there’ kids. We all know those. And they’re most likely extroverts.
Ok, my son definitely has his moments when he can’t stop talking and can be very very funny. But overall, and most definitely out in public, they’re both reserved, deferent of adults, the last to start a conversation. Basically, quiet. This doesn’t mean they’re not sociable. On the contrary, they love company; they were never the type of child to hide behind my legs when someone came to the door. But when in company, they will always be the responders, not the initiators.
In this respect they are their father’s children. Put it this way, if you met me and my kids without my husband, you’d wonder if I’d adopted them. My extrovert, talk-to-anyone personality is what prompts the regular label of ‘Embarrassing Mum’!
So it’s not hard to imagine my delight at stumbling upon the website Continue reading