Being an introverted mom

 Being an introverted mom is so much harder than people think.

It’s showing up to birthday parties when every part of me wants to stay home.
It’s small talk that drains me but smiling through it anyway because my kid is having fun.
It’s sitting in a room full of noise and pretending I’m not overwhelmed.
It’s pushing through the anxiety that comes with being around too many people for too long.

My kids will never know how much I fight with myself to make sure they get to experience everything they deserve.
They’ll never know how much I crave the quiet after every event.
They’ll never see how proud I am of myself for showing up when it’s the last thing I want to do.

It’s not easy.
But it’s love.
And I’d do it every single time, just for them.

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