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Dear Fellow Introverted Parents,

Dear Fellow Introverted Parents,

Dear Fellow Introverted Parents,

How are things? Quiet, I hope. 

I am writing this letter to let you know that, first of all, you are not alone. I, too, am an introvert, and I, too, have been tasked with the sacred business of raising a little one. I heard someone say that to be an introvert is to recharge your batteries with alone-time; that you thrive, and are at your best, once you've had time to yourself. 

It is probably no surprise, then, that I am writing this at 11:00PM. All I can hear is the scratchy hum of our white noise machine, the shallow breathing of my husband, and the sweet occasional sigh coming from my baby. My computer keys are happily clacking away at the stillness of our bedroom.

This is my time. There are days where once everyone is in bed, I literally just sit in my living room and take a deep breath, too tired to do much else. For the most part, I take this quiet time to write, or work on outstanding projects. It has become vital to my overall wellbeing that I spend even just 10 minutes with myself, recharging my own batteries at night.

Words cannot express how much I love my baby, and how much I love being a mother. But it requires so much physically and emotionally. I am so conscious of my daughter's hunger for words, language, and information. She's at an age now where she will point to things and look up at me expectantly - waiting for me to shed some light on what she is looking at. 

I am happy to report, too, that I am raising quite the book worm. This girl would read all day if I let her. Unfortunately, though, she is still not an independent reader. We do a lot (and I mean a lot) of reading aloud, of pointing to words and pictures together. 

I always promise myself that I am going to go to bed early so that I can be a fully functioning mom once she wakes up. But every night here I find myself, savoring the serenity that is solitude, making sure to tip-toe around the house so as to not wake anyone. 

Every day, I am so grateful as I look down at my baby's sweet belly, her toes, her nose. Every day, she makes me laugh. Every day, I learn something new about her, about myself.

But I'd be lying if I told you I didn't wish for some of the quiet that used to be my life. I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish for just a few minutes of not having to explain everything to a two-foot lady that stomps about everywhere. 

I am almost always pulled away from these moments too soon - right as I am about to settle in with a glass of wine, or finish a long-awaited book, or a blog post, or meet a deadline... 

And yet, I wouldn't change ANYTHING about my life for the world. I know someday X will be away to college, or navigating a family of her own, and I am going to have all the time in the world to myself again. Until that day comes, here's to sneaking a few precious silent seconds here and there, and to savoring all the wild loud ones.

Yours truly, 

E

Ximena's Colorful Nursery

Ximena's Colorful Nursery

First: Trip to the Beach!

First: Trip to the Beach!