I am still learning to accept who I am. And learning that some quirks can also be gifts.
(To be honest, I was inspired to finally write and post these thoughts that have been bubbling in my brain by a post on my sister-in-law’s blog.)
I come from a family of quieter people. We’re okay to sit in a room together and not say a word for a few minutes; one of us will eventually come up with something to say. The story goes that when my Mom’s father was trying to learn a little something about my Dad’s family, he was told, “If you ask [my uncle], he’ll lie to you; if you ask [my Dad], he won’t tell you anything.”
I married into a larger family, where everyone seems to have something to share. I remember being at one family gathering, and being fascinated by the religious/philosophical/cultural conversation going on around me. I was happy to be the “house mom” of the moment, and just listen. Several of these family members also write, and post long blogs about various topics. There is a part of me that is a little intimidated.
I recently connected with an individual who posts something every day, and it’s usually rather short. I can do that! (Well, not the every day part, but the short aspect.)
Being of few words can be a gift. Not everyone can say what they want in a few words.
