wingman |ˈwiNGˌmən| n. a man who helps or supports another man; a friend or close associate
I was painfully shy as a kid. Painfully! I found it hard to make friends, was always the quiet one, hated small talk, and was anxious if I ever had to lead or carry on a conversation. Shyness, honestly there weren’t to many perks to it as a kid. It still affects me to this day, but I make conscious efforts to not let it hinder me from experiencing life. In doing so, I often gravitate toward people with big personalities that I can hide behind. I find my son doing that too. He’s shy in a lot of social situations and gravitates toward the kids with confident, exuberant and big personalities. Which brings me to this little bowl of sunshine!
Mo and my son, Samuel are cousins. At first my son tries to take control when they hang out and lead Mo around, but its always by the end of our play date that Samuel is playing follower to Mo! Boys will be boys. They play great together. Lots of running, jumping off things, dancing, throwing anything they can get their hands on, stick collecting, singing, you know, boy stuff!!! They are a great little duo. Mo’s parents and I, my cousins Dan and Naz, often envision what the two of them will look like as friends when they get older. Both lookers for sure, but I have a feeling Mo’s going to be playing wingman to my very shy little wallflower a lot. I think they both will provide each other with a bit of what they don’t have. Seeing these two become friends at such an early age, reminds me of my relationship with my cousin Dan, growing up. Feels kind of like life revisited and it makes me happy.
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