The air was filled with the chatter of a dozen little girls excitedly queuing to have their faces painted.
Dressed in a rainbow of colours they twisted and twirled as they happily waited their turn.
Amidst the chatter was one little girl not so chatty. A little girl who stood quiet as a mouse, her big brown eyes wide and serious. Thinking. (Her thinking face she calls it).
We were at a fairy party for my niece’s fifth birthday and the little girl above, of course, is none other than our darling four-year-old, Curly-locks.
Until last weekend, Curly-locks had never had her face painted.
‘It’s scary,’ she would say.
‘It will hurt. I don’t want to do it.’
We’d never pushed the matter. It’s only a face paint of course and we knew she’d get over it in her own time.
I forewarned Curly-locks that there would be face painting at her beloved cousin’s party and encouraged her to give it a go. My attempts were futile. She remained steadfast in her anti face paint stance.
The morning of the party I decided to make her an offer. I knew she secretly wanted to have her face painted, especially if her cousin was having hers done. She just needed a little extra support.
I asked her if I had my face painted would she get hers painted too.
She looked at me with her serious brown eyes for a moment until they flickered with excitement. My offer was met with an emphatic, ‘Yes!’
As we drove to the party her excitement grew. Every now and then she would double check that I was still getting my face painted. She needed me there for support and I was happy to oblige. (I secretly wanted my face painted too).
It wasn’t until crunch time that her serious face returned. Surprisingly, she didn’t reach for my hand or ask me to get my face painted first. She simply lined up behind the other little girls and waited.
Mum and I looked at each other as we watched her wait. She was the very last in the queue and we half expected her to pull out before her turn. She didn’t. She stood there unwavering.
She had made a promise to herself that day. A promise that she was determined to keep.
She does this, I’m learning. She pushes herself out of her comfort zone and commits herself. If she wants something bad enough, no matter how scary it is, she faces up to her fears and goes for it.
She is a deep thinker, this one. She does things in her own time quietly readying herself for change.
When it came to her turn she stood as still as a statue until her face paint was done. She then walked bashfully over to her cousin who held up a mirror for her to admire herself in. She skipped over to me proudly, her worried face only reappearing momentarily when she asked if her face was dripping off 🙂
This may seem like an insignificant event to some as what child doesn’t like a face paint? This was big for us though and another sign that Curly-locks is continuing to grow in confidence.
We are learning how excited she is to experience new things and how open she is to change. She just has to do it all in her own time, very much like her parents 🙂
How do you or your children deal with change? Has your child taken a leap out of their comfort zone lately?
Linking up today with always Josefa for Conversations over coffee. Each month Josefa elects a theme to write to. This month’s theme is: Conversations with change.
Also linking up with Grace for Flog Yo Blog Friday.