Monday, September 24, 2012

Monastic motherhood

There is a part of me that thinks parenting is, or should be, like monasticism. There's a lot of repetition of chores, praying, hard work, service and calls to overcome the flesh. Right now the issue I am dealing with the most is learning how to parent as an introvert.

People tire me out. I need a certain amount of time alone to recharge. My son is quite independent but also needs a good amount of attention, quite regularly with physical contact. And while I love cuddling with him and playing games with him, sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in the backseat of the old station wagon with both of my brothers. "Stop touching me!"

I haven't come up with a solution to this problem. It's something I'll probably always have to work on. For example, right now he has both of his legs draped over one of my forearms as I am typing this. And he's stealing my graham crackers.

It's a good thing he's so cute. :)

3 comments:

Becca said...

I know what you mean!

I hate being touched all day. Hate being sat on, pawed at, clung to, leaned on, kicked, tackled, petted, patted, etc.

Drives me nuts.

I hadn't thought it was the introvert in me, though. That's something to consider. I thought it was the fibro. Everyone I know with fibro is a no-touchy-me kind of person, possibly because impact=pain in most cases. Even gentle impact.

I often have to gently pry a child off and look them in the eye and have emotional and intellectual contact instead of physical contact. When they let me, that is.

craftosaurus said...

Interesting! I imagine it helps to teach kidlets about respecting people's wide range of personal boundaries.

Jen said...

To be honest, this is one of the things that stresses me out when thinking about starting a family. I am a person who loves quiet, craves being alone, and could easily go days without speaking. Sounds miserably incongruous with raising a child.

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