I am an introvert.
Basically, I like quiet. I like to be alone. I like peace.
And I'm a mom.
As you can imagine, being an introvert & being a mom doesn't always mix.
Introverts breathe in solace and breathe out society. Being around people, even little people, expends our energy. That doesn't mean we hate it, it's just tiring.
Being alone restores us.
But finding sufficient alone time isn't the only hard thing about being an introverted mother. I have a whole list:
I hate play dates. Having them isn't the issue, it's setting them up: coordinating, scheduling, remembering, driving... Even when someone invites my kids to their house it stresses me out. Ridiculous, I know. Especially because most of my children's friends are my friends. And I love my friends. But there we are.
Doing cool stuff with my kids, stresses me out. I mean, I can't even buy groceries without worrying my children will be kidnapped. (which unfortunately isn't an illogical fear anymore) So why would I subject myself to a zoo or museum? We have a small list of comfort zones: home, the farm, grandma's, the mountain, the ranch, and sometimes Hobby Lobby.
The idea of my child -let alone more than one- being in sports/dance/music lessons which requires me to consistently drive them somewhere, remember things, and interact with other adults gives me major anxiety.
I don't like to do my girls' hair. Yes, I have 4 daughters and I don't like doing their hair. Well, I like doing the baby's hair. But everyone else cries or complains or tries to run away and it all just becomes a fight. And I'm not really good at doing hair anyway so it never quite turns out how we imagine. Grandpa Todd started calling 3 year old Adeline "Tarzan" because she had long wild hair and is usually half naked. It's fine. Might as well be wild and half naked while you can.
And I especially hate bedtime. The whole to do list of bedtime. PJ's. Teeth. Homework. The "you said we could..." or "we forgot to..."s. UGH. The begging for snuggles and stories and heart to hearts while I'm exhausted and so DONE. All made worse by the anticipation of that quiet, peaceful, alone time I've been craving is enough to make me crazy.
I used to feel immense guilt for hating playdates and hair and bedtime. Over time I started to deeply believe that I wasn't a good mother.
Everyone else seemed to do these things easily so I thought that I should too. I should put my kids in every available sport/ class. I should have a play date for each child several times a week. I should learn how to do fancy hairdos. I should read to my kids before bed. I should snuggle with them. I should take them on dates. I should do more. I should be more.
The should list grew and so did the stress and anxiety. I became the awful mother I believed I was.
Then one night, I was in Vegas with my husband. We had hired a nanny to take care of our kids and made arrangements with family so I could join him last minute on this business trip. (We both knew I desperately needed to get away) We went to a movie while there, The Avengers End Game. It was late and I would have preferred sleeping but I fought to keep my eyes open (because how often do you go to a movie without kids?), and I'm so glad I did. Thor, the heavy, depressed, broken and aimless version of Thor, goes back in time and runs into his mother. She says something in that moment that hit me so hard it felt like a physical blow. "Everyone fails at who they are supposed to be."
EVERYONE FAILS AT WHO THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE.
EVERYONE. FAILS. AT. WHO. THEY. ARE. SUPPOSED. TO. BE.
I was trying to be who I thought I was supposed to be. I thought I was supposed to have play dates like Ashley. I thought I was supposed to do amazing hairdos like Kristy. I thought I was supposed to put my kids in every sport available like Lisa. I thought I was supposed to gently love my children to sleep every night like Marissa. I thought I was supposed to do cool stuff with my kids like Kara.
I thought I was supposed to be something I'm not.
No wonder I felt like I was failing.
So now, I'm being brave and working on play dates, but we don't have them often and that's okay.
I've learned a few hairstyles, but we keep it pretty and simple. I'm teaching my older girls to brush their own hair so I don't have to. And that's okay.
We've signed our kids up for a few classes so they can learn what they like but we also recognize all the amazing unique things they already do and get to experience. And it's all okay.
And bedtime. I don't read bedtime stories, we read earlier. My older girls and I use a mommy & me journal to write down all those heart to hearts and we love sneaking them under each other's pillows. Each night we pray and kiss goodnight and that's it. And that's okay.
We do things differently than the Ashley's and Kristy's and Kara's and that's okay.
My kids are happy. They are fulfilled and loved and thriving. And now so am I.
I'm not failing because I'm learning to embrace myself, to be myself.
I am an introvert,
AND a great mom.
Hi! I'm Amy
I am a Christian wife and mother, a writer, and a recovering perfectionist who is tired of chasing happiness in all the wrong ways. I am now on a journey to find a deeper state of being. Join me on My Peace Project and we'll learn how to survive the chaos together!