Fair Day
Breakneck took the kids to the local fair yesterday. They came back with stories of the "Birds of Prey" show, the horse-jumping, and the many friends and acquaintances they met there.
Of most interest to me, though, was that my painfully shy 11-year-old found out about a local country radio personality who was there at the station's booth. He was determined he was going to go talk to "Shotgun."
Which he did. He made conversation with a total stranger, a minor celeb at that. Just as he was about to leave, "Shotgun" said, "Hey," and called him by name. "Hang on a minute." Then he gave my boy a promotional ball cap. There is no better gift in this kid's world.
Today, the same painfully-shy boy took my library card, called the local library, and left a message for the librarian that we needed our books renewed as we wouldn't be in town this week.
I know his rate of growth in the area of extroversion wouldn't be acceptable in a public-school setting. But given time, he's coming into his own.
My younger two came back without having run off from their Auntie, having snuggled a baby goat, and so on. They did not look like themselves when I greeted them at the door last night.
Apparently some company or other sponsored some highly-skilled professional face painters, who turned my kids into the wild animals they are at heart.
Of most interest to me, though, was that my painfully shy 11-year-old found out about a local country radio personality who was there at the station's booth. He was determined he was going to go talk to "Shotgun."
Which he did. He made conversation with a total stranger, a minor celeb at that. Just as he was about to leave, "Shotgun" said, "Hey," and called him by name. "Hang on a minute." Then he gave my boy a promotional ball cap. There is no better gift in this kid's world.
Today, the same painfully-shy boy took my library card, called the local library, and left a message for the librarian that we needed our books renewed as we wouldn't be in town this week.
I know his rate of growth in the area of extroversion wouldn't be acceptable in a public-school setting. But given time, he's coming into his own.
My younger two came back without having run off from their Auntie, having snuggled a baby goat, and so on. They did not look like themselves when I greeted them at the door last night.
Apparently some company or other sponsored some highly-skilled professional face painters, who turned my kids into the wild animals they are at heart.
Labels: LifeSkills
