My son is an extrovert. His face lights up at large crowds. He grins at aunts and uncles and babbles with our friends. Today he jumped into the arms of a waitress, giggling as she walked him around to meet busboys and waitstaff. More than anything he loves other kids but most of our friends don’t have children in his age-group. There are ofcourse people with kids in his age range but I hedge as I wonder if I should make the exhausting venture towards forging friendships for the sake of our son with people we otherwise would not have much in common with. People seem surprised when I say Im an introvert. I guess Im not the literal definition of the word since I do enjoy the company of people but I I prefer a small close-knit group than a large gaggle of friends with whom I have dinner parties but lack depth. But as the mother of an extrovert its important I meet his needs. A conundrum that K and I have yet to find a solution to.
In the meantime he was enthralled with the friend he met while crawling around the house today:
There is a Pakistani saying that you shouldnt show a child their reflection in the mirror because they will presume the reflection a friend and miss them when they leave. Watching him babble to his reflection in a language I’d give anything to understand I realized 1) This is so cute 2) and he needs friends. At least for now while I try to find him some the little boy in the mirror will do.