Kids truly are little portals of wisdom, if you give them the chance to show you. There've been times I've all but lost every inch of sanity, and there they are; with some witty anecdote or sage advice. Suddenly, whatever was stressing me doesn't seem so bad. Actually, I've kept a few awesome pieces of advice my kids gave me for dealing with social anxiety at the forefront of my mind. They have no idea how powerful (or hilarious) their words can be sometimes, and their incognizance makes it that much more adorable.
Now, my kids are vastly different in the way they navigate life. My oldest, my daughter, is very much like her father in that she enjoys (and needs) to be a social butterfly; seen at all times of the day. She's loud and a terrible listener, but thoughtful, kind, and compassionate. My son, the baby, is very much like me. He's a deep thinker, keeps mostly to himself, and while still kind, compassionate, and thoughtful like his sister, he can also be aggressive and very protective of his momma.
I tell you this because, in order to understand their advice, you have to first understand their personalities. Bred from a sarcastic gal like myself, it's no surprise our house is full of one-liners and quick-fix jokes like, "your mom" or, "your face." Yes, very mature, I know. We like to laugh at things others might cry about, and maybe it makes us weird or different but, to me, it makes us awesome.
With all of that laughing, though, comes life and it's endless string of surprises. This only beckons my exciting array of disorders, including anxiety. My anxiety has a mind of its own so even when I have the best of intentions (just go to the mailbox already), it rebels (I will never go to the mailbox again). My kids have grown up knowing this is part of me, so I don't appear "different" to them and I think it actually helps promote empathy. Not only have they helped me through socially stressful situations, but I'm sure it'll be useful if it ever happens when I'm not around.
On that note, here are some of the best nuggets my little nuggets have taught me about my (really awkward) social anxiety. If it helps just one person, I'll give them a cookie (or keys to my car, but only to play with duh).