There’s been a voice developing in my head over the past year. This voice takes shards of my day and polishes and smoothes until it’s something I don’t mind putting in my window....souvenirs of my motherhood adventure. A toddler meltdown over a popsicle that in the moment makes me want to bang my head against the refrigerator door turns into a funny story that reminds me how far we’ve come from middle of the night feedings. And when I really tune into the voice, I often find insight into God and His love for me. This blog is the recording studio for that voice. My hope is that the souvenirs of my day serve as entertainment and encouragement to those of you who are banging your head against a refrigerator door. And that you’re inspired to find a voice of your own that turns these trying moments into treasured souvenirs.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The key to being the mother of an introvert


The last week has been a long ride on the kindergarten roller coaster.  The strut in my step at the start of the year has turned into a stagger.  God blessed this extreme extrovert with an introverted first born.  He must have been the cool sort of introvert in preschool, because other kids befriended him.  But now we’ve graduated to kindergarten, an entirely new group of kids, and daily reports of sitting alone on a bench at recess.  It breaks my heart and perplexes my brain…..I was a ringleader throughout elementary school, organizing sleepovers and directing the reenactment of the final dance scene in Dirty Dancing at recess.  For the life of me, I can’t figure out WHY my beloved child can’t ask another kid to play!  


I finally realized I need to stop asking why, and thank God for this perfectly sweet introverted child.  He is exactly the boy that God created him to be!  Psalm 139:14 reminds us to give thanks to God because we are fearfully and wonderfully made.  God didn’t make a mistake when he made Kenny, or when he made me Kenny’s mom.  (And I have a strong hunch it’s for my sweet party planning abilities:-).  


It also helps to realize the strengths that lie in my son’s introverted personality type.  If his Lego building abilities are any indicator, he’s going to be an awesome engineer someday!  And if he turns out half as tenderhearted as his introverted daddy, he’ll make some woman a great husband.  In the meantime, I’ll put my extroverted personality into overdrive and set up play dates like nobody’s business.  He’ll be hosting slumber parties and directing Dirty Dancing reenactments in no time.

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