Monday, November 9, 2015

Hello there, friend,

I don't think I would have ever called myself an extrovert. I've always preferred solitude, thinking, quiet. As a child, I felt misunderstood and lonely, but when my mother would suggest I try making new friends and getting out more often, I felt so uncomfortable. And not that I was a hermit, but more that I wanted to do that on my own terms.

My daughter, however, is most assuredly an extrovert. She always wants to know where we're going, who we're going to hang out with, when the next party is. And when I beg for solitude, she can be unrelenting. Of course, it's not intentional -- she just doesn't get it. But the older I grow, the more I get it. I am often emotionally exhausted. Being on call for my kids for the time wipes me out.

So I'm headed into a week of intentional solitude. I plan to take a few walks, head to yoga, and read my book. I want to stop off for coffee and sip it at a table alone. Most of all, I want to return to my family refreshed. Because of all the things I've learned, being emotionally exhausted makes me useless to them. And I want to be a good mama.