When I think of the letter Q, the first word that comes to my mind is "quiet". That is because it is what defines who I am. It is my identity. I am quiet.
I imagine that most people like the word quiet. It may bring thoughts of calm moments and peaceful times. It probably conjurers up images of lone beaches, morning forests, first snows and mountain top clouds.
Through introspection, I have come to realize how important my quietness is.
I probably didn't understand that I was a little different from the other kids because of my quietness until my first grade teacher alerted my mother to this fact by noting it in a comment on my report card.
To paraphrase, "Lynda is doing well, but she is so quiet."
Personality traits such as quiet, shy, or introvert are generally not positive descriptors, but instead have a negative connotation.
Life reflection has brought me an understanding of my quietness.
From early on in my life, quiet was what I learned to do when frightening thunderous screaming night noises wakened me.
After all, if I were quiet, I wasn't really there, now was I?
My son was quiet. His childhood experiences were quite different from mine. His father is also a quiet person.
Nurture or nature? The experts say both contribute to our personality development.
But we quiet ones, most of us, we are peaceful and gentle souls. We may not know how to start a conversation, or have any idea about ice breakers, but we have thoughts and ideas and opinions.
We may not like to participate in a group discussion for fear that we won't be heard, but if you take a moment to listen closely, you may be surprised by what we have to say.
We probably will know much more about you, than you will know about us. But that is only because we are the observers, the askers of the questions, you have our undivided attention.
I would like to be able to say that at this point in my life I have become comfortable with my quiet being. Wouldn't that make a good ending to this post?
Let's just say that I continue to work on that.
So, what did you do today?
In a post, the day after my son passed away, I wrote a tribute to his quietness. If you please, take a moment to read it.