girls have lots of words
There are proven statistics, apparently. I’m sure someone reading this blog will know their source.
When my 14 year old was younger, there were days I would completely forget to drop my son off at school. I’d be within a mile of my office and glance in the rear view mirror only to see my son sitting in the backseat… lost in thought.
He was so quiet, I forgot he was there.
Lost in my own thoughts, I would drive right past his school.
Not much has changed today. He’s a man of few words. I have to ask very targeted questions in hopes of gaining insight into what’s going on inside his teenage head.
Not so with my daughter. She has lots of words. And they must be released in a steady stream of dialogue throughout her day.
A few days ago I picked her up from swim practice. As we walked into a nearby McDonald’s to buy ice cream, I said,
“Tell me everything that happened today.”
It was like releasing the green flag in a NASCAR race. The words burst forth.
As we drove to pick up her little brother from Boy Scouts, the torrent of topics abated she grew quieter and started thinking internally. She sighed with a sense of satisfaction.
It’s such an odd dynamic between my son and daughter.
My son needs time to internally process before he can externally communicate.
My daughter needs time to externally communicate before she can internally process.
And giving her a defined time and opportunity to externally communicate to me shows her how much I value her. It’s a great reminder for me that she needs my time. Not just quality… but quantity. Where the only equation his mom’s attention and daughter’s words.