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Introverted Parents & Extroverted Children: A Divine Punchline
The chaos, comedy, and character-building gift of raising someone completely unlike yourself
For the parent who’s been saying, ‘I think I got the wrong kid!’
Why on earth would God do that?
It must be a sick sense of humor, right?
I mean, why else would he give me an extroverted child? He knows I’m a low-energy, noise-intolerant introvert. It’s just cruel. I’m a first-time mom for crying out loud.
At least the kid is cute. We got that going for us.
As a toddler, my firstborn was sweet and full of smiles. He was an easy baby, slept through the night early on, babbled all the time, and never stopped exploring the world around him. He was adorable, but after I had my third child, everything I loved about him began to exhaust me.
So it seemed like a cruel joke when God gave me, a highly sensitive introverted mom, a hyperactive, talk-all-day, extroverted child. But it’s only a tad cruel. Since he was my first child, I still had moments of peace and quiet, like when he took a nap and when I tucked him in for the night.
