As a homebody and general hermit, I don’t think I’ve been the best mom for an only child. She can rock the time alone, but as an eight year old, certainly needs the company of other peeps. Even knowing this, the full time teacher/hermit in me just doesn’t reach out as often as I should. I know this.
So thankfully, I have been blessed. She’s an even keel and likable kid, according to the pings that come through my phone:
Is Maddie available tomorrow for a playdate?
Hi, this is C’s mom. Can Maddie get together with C one day this week?
Hey, does Maddie want to come to the movies this week with us?
So, what does Maddie’s schedule look like for break?
Can Maddie come over to dye eggs and spend the night Friday?
Can Maddie come over and help with the dogs one day?
Okay, those last two are the grandmas. But still. I am the secretary to my very own Social Butterfly. It’s amazing.
What strikes me most is her ability to balance what she needs for herself, as an eight year old, navigating the friend world via her mom.
I don’t schedule her, she schedules herself. She balances days with friends, with downtime for herself. It’s pretty cool. She’s as equally unapologetic about her desire to be with friends as she is about her desire to stay home.
I can only wish that in this world of over scheduled and stressed out kiddos that she will hold on this awareness about herself.
My pseudo social butterfly is perfect just the way she is.