Lance Haley
Sep 2, 2018 · 2 min read

I guess it never occured to me the “suffering” my mother had to endure while I was growing up. My younger brother was an introvert (not anymore), and I was probably one of the most extroverted human beings on the planet. I would talk to anybody. And everybody. About anything. And everything.

One of my uncles used to tell the story about my parents having parties when I was a little boy (five years old). I would come downstairs in my pajamas and engage the adults. He told me people were amazed at the conversations I was having with them and others. That curious little mind just whirring away, telling them all sorts of interesting factoids and asking very complex questions.

Nothing has changed. I love being around people. It’s my “drug”. My mind light’s up like a raging bonfire when I am engaging other people. As one of my older sisters is fond of saying, “Lance walks into a Quik Trip and the clerk is his best friend in two minutes.”

Yep!

It’s a gift moms. Yes, and a “curse” at times. Let them go. Their brains crave engagement. They make the world go around in their own special way. God’s little social animals on steroids. They have never met a stranger in their life.

P.S. I have had to teach the various women who have been in my life over the years that when we are at a party, or a bar, or any public setting for that matter, to just come up and touch me on the arm. It’s a cue that: 1) the people I am talking to are done; 2) my girlfriend would like for me to spend time with her; or 3) it’s time to leave. Otherwise, I would stay and talk to them until they were dead.