I’m an introverted mom of three girls. I wish I had this article when the first daughter was born — I would have appreciated all that I brought to the table instead of internally berating myself for all the ways in which I was not like other mothers.
Now that my last daughter is technically an adult, I’ve reflected on how I parented all these years and I’m happy with how I did things.
I found ways to recharge my introverted batteries, especially after my first child was born and it was discovered that she was an extrovert (gasp!). I used to tell my husband I was going to Target and then I’d walk down every single aisle. Alone. I’d pluck a product from its shelf, read the instructions/ingredients/ etc. until I felt I could go home again.
I also took my daughter to the park a lot so that she could get her need of being with people while I sat on the sidelines, enjoying the solitude.
The points you make in your post are spot on. People often marvel that my girls love to travel with me, they want to hang out with me, and their friends like me as well. And it’s for all the reasons you mention: I listened, I was there, I spent loads of time with them playing with Play-doh, reading endless books, and I never forced them out of their rooms when they needed their alone time. I was probably in my own room alone.