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The little guy can talk all he wants, because that’s him, and I can take quiet breaks while we are together, because that’s me. Seeing other perspectives can teach him to accept all the differences in people.ĭoes this cunning plan always work? No, but I will keep on searching for ways to support us both so we can be comfortable in our own skins. I love to hear you talk!” At three my son can begin to learn empathy by seeing that mom is different: mom is quiet. I’m going to color this whole page quietly, and when I’m done I will talk some more. So my son is now hearing sentences like,“I’m taking a quiet break. I need some quiet time, and unless my family wants me to spend more time hogging our bathroom, then there are going to be some changes implemented at our house.

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I would support him until the world ends and then I would build a whole new world and support him on that one all over again but I need to find more places to support me, or we will have a shag carpet full of Play-Dough. I want him to be happy and shine as the person he is. I’ve tried to be more of an extrovert, but I’m not. I didn’t know that being a mom might ask me to shift my entire core, though, and that’s what I struggle with. I bought new, larger-sized outfits and yoga pants for it. I knew being a mom would re-shape me, and I was ready for that. Like my kid’s Play-Dough, I find my insides getting squished and morphed into shapes I never knew existed. Do I have to become an extrovert to raise an extrovert? My heart hurts again for a different reason. My son’s bright eyes watch me for approval while he yammers on about Minnie Mouse’s eyelashes, and the guilt I feel for even thinking such a thing shuts down that thought down immediately. That tiny daydream makes my eyes well up and my heart hurt. I know that at some point I will want to throw the Play-Dough at the carpet (I would never get that out of the shag), tell him to shut it for five minutes, and walk out the room.

My needs are at odds with what my son needs and as the day plods on, my insides feel like they’re ready to pop. It’s about that time that I feel like a terrible parent. As a stay-at-home mom, I feel full up by lunch and wonder how I will survive until the evening.

Emotionally, I can’t handle the constant chatter.

Logically, I know my son is exploring his world, and talking is his way of doing this. The problem truly arises when I find myself losing patience with all the talking.

I can feel my insides settle down into a comfortable place, and I feel more like myself. I love it when we quietly color together or when he has decided to remove all the dirty clothes from the basket.in silence.

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Since my little guy has learned how to use his words (and I mean all of his words), this whole parenting thing has moved me further and further away from my comfort zone. The bathroom is a sacred place (most days). So I’ve been taking extra long trips to the bathroom to get some quality time with myself. Not you,” rationale didn’t even work on my most stable of ex-boyfriends, so I’m doubting this tactic would do anything but spur on more conversation with him. Trying to explain “quiet time” to him is like trying to unlearn the lyrics to Frozen’s 'Let it Go.' Impossible. I’m happy to talk to my kid, but it exhausts me to my core. I’ve tried nodding or giving him simple one word responses and those don’t seem to go over all that well. I am always there to listen, but listening isn’t enough at times – he also needs me to engage in conversation. I want to encourage my son’s outgoing nature and support his natural willingness to talk. I’ve spoken more to my kid in the last three years than I’ve spoken to everyone else in the last 30.Īs an introvert, I’ve always found it a challenge to speak freely in the moment, so I don’t want to stifle his outgoing nature by pulling him into my own shy world. Whether I’m fielding a barrage of questions ranging from the traditional, “Why is the sky blue?” to the non-traditional, “Do trees have eyelashes?” I am constantly talking. My little guy has definitely inherited his father’s outgoing nature, and coupled with his three-year-old nature, he is a non-stop talker. “Mom, that little girl doesn’t want to talk. However, now with my three-year-old in the house, by the end of the day my tongue needs a massage. As an introvert, I can pull this off effortlessly. Making me even more fabulous at my new calling (besides those strappy sandals) would be the whole not-talking thing. Husband, child, and vagina aside, I’d look great sporting one of those long brown hoodie bathrobes. Parenthood Finding Quiet While Spending My Days With a Chatterbox

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