I see you. I get it.
I imagine it is not easy being part of family of extreme extroverts. I see you working through your blossoming personality and finding your way. I see you trying to decide how extroverted you actually are.
Having two sisters who are always eager to raise their hand, blurt out a story, jump off a dock, run head first into a new place, a new activity and talk to anyone and everyone who is willing to listen, I am sure can be frustrating. I want you to know I see you. I get it. You are observant and cautious, and I appreciate you for that. I want you to know that sometimes it makes me crazy, but I understand your perspective. You watch your little sister, you are cautious and have often stopped her from doing wild things. We trust you, and know you are going to be responsible.
You are never first, you prefer to wade in slowly. Some days you just want to lock yourself in your room and not talk. You are fine with not talking, and I understand that is unusual for our family. But please know, I love our car rides where there are no stories, no questions, no gossiping. I love to watch you sitting quietly, taking in the scenery, and thinking through your thoughts. I love your quiet.
I know we frustrate you. Me, and your sisters have two speeds: rushed and fast. You and your father have two speeds: slow and slower. I understand your slowness often comes from a sweet place. I see your mind observing, noticing the small details, and laughing at the silliness and goofiness you find in the simplest things. I will always do my best not to rush you through things. I also understand your slowness comes from being your father’s daughter. Never fear, he will always be there for you when you want nothing more than to sit on the couch and eat a bag of your favorite chips.
You are sensitive and kind in a way that amazes me. You take it upon yourself to make sure people feel included and loved. You get angry and emotional when you feel that someone has wronged you. I promise you we will work on directing that emotion in a more positive way. You love, snuggle and cuddle like no other. One of your favorite places in the world is curled up in bed with your Dad, reading, coloring, or just being goofy. As a six year old I already can see you will be the teenager, college girl and grown woman who will not care about the number of friendships as much as the depth. You are loyal and a protector to those you love.
You amaze me. At six years old you are completely comfortable beating to your own drum. You don’t mind that other girls think it is weird you love Star Wars, or are obsessed with Darth Vader. You keep on being you, and I will keep on being amused when you put on your Chewbacca mask and tell poop jokes at the dinner table.
Keep on being different. Keep on being true to yourself. It does not matter how different you are from the rest of us, I will always be proud of you, and will support you in whatever you need. And never worry, you and your father will always be two quirky peas in a pod.
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