I see you.
I see you wanting to crawl into yourself and hide as a stranger makes small talk with you about how cute and happy your kid is. I know you hate it. But the very sight of your child bounding around in public is enough to make any stranger smile, stop and ask questions, and leave you hanging there in enough seconds of awkward silence to make you want to click your heels together three times and disappear. I know its hard.
Introverts don't do small talk!
I hear you.
Not literally of course. But your silence speaks volumes. Your little is loud enough for the both of you anyway. And I know you're spending a good portion of your day wondering if your little person needs to make noise and be in contact with people ALL DAY. As exciting as it is for them it's draining for you.
You enjoy being alone.
I get it.
That after a long day of running, and screaming, and crying you just. need. time. And the little person you take care of is saying mommy for the 200th time..... that hour. You're not sure if you're going to make it. Patience is almost gone, and then the guilt comes. Because as much as you need time to get yourself together you feel bad that you can't be more excited for them. It feels impossible.
You need time to recharge.
I feel you. I am you. We got this.