So Charley was born with a very friendly disposition. Everyone, as a result, tells me all the time what an “easy” baby she is. I won’t argue that, I see Moms struggling with little ones going through severe separation/stranger anxiety…or kids Charley’s age who still wake up multiple times at night…Charley is NOT a “dificult” baby. But I don’t really like those categories anyway. Like all human beings my sweet girl certainly has difficult aspects to her personality, the ones I’ve seen I think will prove to be more challenging during her toddler and teen years…which are basically the same thing except teenagers have a larger vocabulary!
It cannot be denied, though, that Charley is FRIENDLY. As soon as she figured out waving, it’s been non-stop. She loves to smile at everyone and rarely protests being held by others (and if she does protest it’s usually to be put down, not given back to mama).
Recently I started taking Charley to work with me as she was accepted into the daycare across the street from my work. As much as I would have preferred to leave her with my friend who has been watching her it wasn’t an option anymore, so we moved to Plan B. We ride the train to work (train=subway) which is always filled with a wide variety of interesting people. I wear Charley in the Ergo because I like having her close to my person and don’t want to deal with the bulk of a stroller anyway.
She absolutely loves the train. She is content to hang out in the Ergo and people watch. That is where the title of this blog post comes in to play. Charley has an uncanny ability to find the grumpiest, most “outcast” looking person near us and stare. them. down.
For example, yesterday we were in the seat that faces the center aisle of the train, so to my right were two seats facing us, only about two feet away. In one seat was a sweet older woman who jabbered affectionately at Charley in Spanish, waved, smiled and cooed. Charley was largely unimpressed and offered only a small smile. Next to this woman was an older man, maybe in his 70’s. He looked tired and angry and sick. He was very, very thin and had a ball cap pulled low over his eyes. So what does my girl do? She stares. And stares. And stares. She waves. And waves. And waves. The ENTIRE train ride (about 15 minutes) she is doing this with her eyes locked on this guy. Now I know she looked elsewhere occasionally, but not much. Finally, at the end of the ride, right before we got off, the guy can’t help himself and looks up. He gives her a little smile and a slight nod which sends her into fits of happy hysterics squealing and bouncing and smiling.
That is just one example. Charley always seems to find that one person who really needs a smile. Whereas I want to avoid eye contact with scary, tattooed, pierced biker dude and cross-dressing, tattered clothing, probably high on something guy…my daughter offers them a smile and a wave.
While I obviously will have to teach her some discernment so she doesn’t just get in anyone’s car or wander off with strangers, I hope I never crush that grace-filled spirit she seems to have.
June 9th, 2009 | Category: Charlotte, Faith | Comments (8)