My kids are FUNNY. Sometimes I forget, because I'm too busy trying to remove my head from the drywall ;-) My best girlfriend is good at reminding me how funny they actually are. When she comes to visit, she sleeps on our couch and she'll wake up with the kids. I'll hear them all in the living room, just busting out laughing. When I have successfully drank enough caffeine to wire a small elephant, and come to hang out with them, she'll say, "Ephie, these kids are hilarious. You're used to it and have to DEAL with their mischief. I get it. But their mischief is seriously entertaining."
And it's true. My kids ARE funny as Eddie Izzard on a good day. They take pleasure in getting a good laugh out of their audience.
Another of my friends describes my daughter well. She says, "you know the thing I love about Opal is that Opal is really Opal." She's really herself, and solid in that. It amazes me, especially because I myself struggle with authenticity and empowerment. My daughter has always deeply known and been herself. At three years old, she amazes me with her empathy. It's not my doing. She was born with a heart that understands and has compassion. If we are at the park and another young person is crying, she'll make her way over to put a hand on their shoulder. "Awe, little baby, are you sad? You can have my toy. Here, come on, where's your mommy?"
She is deeply affected by her internal sense of right and wrong. She wants people to get along, to be kind to each other, to enjoy life as much as she does. She sticks up for people and understands that other's have needs.
And darn it. She's part monkey. The kid can climb *anything*.
My niece is imaginative, intelligent, has an uncanny sense of memory and loves to communicate. All are special gifts that I could brag about. What blows me away most though, is how strong and brave that kid is. She came to us with the her internal light extinguished. She was afraid of people, afraid of life, and was broken. She was deeply hurting.
Somehow, she has survived loss to a degree that, as an adult, I had difficulty navigating. She has allowed herself to have trust in this world, even though her very foundation was shaken during a most vulnerable stage of development. She takes risks, starts conversations with people she doesn't know yet, and mostly considers the world to be a place of opportunity and safety. She is happy and secure.
I agree. Courage is doing something in spite of being afraid. She has good reason to be afraid yet she grows and triumphs. She has the courage to heal. She has taught me so much about love and healing and about the human capacity for resilience and good. She has given me a renewed faith in humanity.
One of my favorite things about my kids is how much they love and dig each other's company. They really have each other's backs, they take care of each other, and they share their "resources" and skills. They teach each other how to be courageous, how to love, and how to count ;-)
My kids are interesting, complex, quirky little people. I feel blessed to get to watch them grow up. I'm really lucky to have them.
Thanks for the question...looking forward to your description.