Momfession #2: Will You Just Shut Up – Raising Children as an Introvert

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I am an introvert.

An introverted mom raising extroverted children. I love their extroversion. My children thrive off of being around people and don’t like having time alone. I however, as an introvert, need my alone time.

I need my alone time BADLY!

Batman is 6 and incredibly curious. He is also my only introvert. He’s really good about letting others when he needs alone time to recharge, but not so good about letting others have the same time. His favorite word lately is “why”.

WHY?

I absolutely love that he is so inquisitive and eager to learn about the world around in him. Sometimes, however, it just gets to be a little much. There are only so many times in a day I can answer the question “why”. Especially when it’s questions that he already knows the answer to.

Superman is 4 and I’m 99% sure that he talks because he likes to hear his own voice. He has something to say about everything, and nothing. He talks nonstop from the time he wakes up in the morning until he goes to bed.

And even then, he talks in his sleep.

I love that he wants to share his world with me, but again it gets to be a little much. I don’t always need a play-by-play of everything. Especially when he’s on the potty!

Then there is Aquaman who is extremely vocal without actually saying anything. He refuses to use words most of the time but is always making noise, and a lot of it. He makes it very clear what he wants and doesn’t want and he really makes it clear that he is present.

I love them all, but I am an introvert and I need time alone. Time to recharge so that I can answer all of the “why”s. I need time alone so that I can follow along the play-by-plays and catch the important things that he is really wanting to share that are embedded in the sea of words. And I need time to regroup so that I can be present with my children.

So even though I love them dearly sometimes I need my quiet. Sometimes I crave and long for silence. And although I never ACTUALLY say it to them, sometimes I just want to scream at the top of my lungs…