what happens when a chronically busy person is in charge of a child's time

All in one day, I:

canceled a playdate for our daughter,
let a family member know that we couldn't make it to a family birthday party,
responded no to an invitation for another fabulous kiddo's party.

It was harder than I'd like to admit.
I would have really enjoyed every single one of these activities.
And our daughter would have, too.

In theory.

But recently, this happened:  I was sitting on the edge of our bed, ready to help our two-year-old get into her red rocketship pajamas, and we talked about having some people over.

She stopped for a minute to think about it.  Really think about it.  And she said, simply, "not a lotta peoples, Mama."  

We talked about it a little longer, and it turns out that this wasn't just some spontaneous toddler mimicking of something she heard earlier in the day.  She was letting me know pretty clearly that she needed a little more space and time.  

Our schedules had been logistical craziness lately, and despite our commitment to paring down, she felt the lack of unscheduled time in a major way.

I'm a chronic over-committer.  It's in my nature.  But I don't want to model that for my child.

So I'm going to be talking about that and other being-the-mama kinds of things here in this space.  

I feel a little queasy.  This is going to be hard for me to put out there.  If you can relate to that, follow along and pipe up.  Maybe we can help each other.

Each day this week, I'm touching on the kinds of things I'll be writing about here at one broken teapot.  If you think these explorations are interesting or helpful, you can subscribe to have my blog posts delivered to your inbox.  It's easy, and it's free.