People have called me aloof and standoffish, but I’ve never seen myself that way. I consider myself shy—not rude, not snobby, just reserved and a bit closed off. It’s puzzling since I grew up with two extroverted parents who thrived on social interactions. At their gatherings, they’d parade me around for hugs from their friends, while I would retreat further into my shell. I promised myself I wouldn’t do that to my own kids, wishing they’d be more at ease with others and with themselves.
I often thought that as I hit various life milestones—going to college, getting married, having kids—my shyness would evaporate. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. When my first child was born, things became even more challenging. I found myself in a new state, isolated and alone with my winter baby in a cramped apartment. It was a lonely experience, but I thought it might be the push I needed to break free from my shyness. I met a few people, but genuine connections remained elusive.
To my surprise, my son, who I hoped would be a little social butterfly, mirrored my reticence. He was slow to warm up and hesitant to share hugs, just like me. As he clung to my leg and hid his face, people would label him shy, nudging him to be more outgoing and making me feel guilty for not having an extroverted child. I recognized myself in him when he sought my comfort and protection. I remembered my vow not to pressure him into actions for my sake, like hugging others just to satisfy social norms. It wasn’t about me; it was about him and his comfort.
While I didn’t push him to retreat, I also didn’t force him to be someone he wasn’t—like a natural hugger or an easy-to-approach kid. I wanted him to feel loved and accepted for who he was, without pressure to conform. I appreciated his quiet curiosity and cherished the bond we shared as two shy individuals who truly understood each other.
Fast forward to today: my son is 10 and I’m 40. He no longer hides behind my leg, though I sometimes wish I could hide behind his. He’s a bright, curious, and confident kid, far more assured in himself than I was at his age. He still has his shy moments, but he’s genuinely happy. He might not be a hugger, but his sincerity and authenticity stand out in a world of loud personalities. When he offers a hug, it’s because he genuinely wants to share that moment.
Shyness can be both a gift and a challenge, much like any trait we inherit. Sometimes, I look at the outgoing kids fitting seamlessly into every social situation and remember my son’s uniqueness. His shyness has not deterred him from being his true self. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from the little boy who no longer needs to hide.
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Summary:
Navigating the challenges of raising a shy son helped me confront my own feelings of shyness. As I observed my son’s reluctance to engage with others, I recognized my own experiences reflected in him. By allowing him to embrace his quiet nature, I learned to appreciate both of our personalities. Now, as he grows more confident, I find inspiration in his journey, reminding me that shyness is just one part of who we are.