The Circle of Becoming: Self-Discovery •Becoming • Purpose

They say, “Just go with the flow.”

But for some of us—especially the quiet ones—the flow feels more like a flood. And if you’re a mom? Chile, it’s a tsunami.

I’m an introvert. That doesn’t mean I’m shy or antisocial. It means my energy comes from solitude, reflection, and deep connection—not crowds, overstimulation, or endless small talk. But try explaining that when you’re raising a toddler in a culture that expects you to smile, socialize, stay booked and busy, and somehow make it to story time at the library looking rested and approachable.

The truth? I’m often running on fumes. And half the time, I feel guilty for not showing up in the way society expects “a good mom” to.

But what if there’s nothing wrong with the way we move—only with what we’re comparing it to?

Going With the Flow: The Introvert’s Nemesis

“Go with the flow” is code for last-minute changes, overstimulation, and no room to regroup. It’s showing up to family events when you’d rather be home in silence. It’s social gatherings with your child clinging to your leg, while people expect you to “network” or “engage” like it doesn’t take every drop of energy just to keep your child from flipping over chairs.

Going with the flow looks different when you’re someone who needs structure just to breathe. The extroverted world assumes that more = better. But for introverts, more often means overload.

Moving With Intent: A Lifeline

When I stopped trying to flow with every current and started creating my own rhythm, things shifted. Not overnight—but slowly, with grace.

Here’s what I’ve learned (and am still learning):

Morning rituals matter. I don’t always get “alone time,” but even five minutes of silence before the day starts helps me anchor myself. That’s not a luxury. It’s a necessity.

Boundaries aren’t rude—they’re oxygen. I don’t say yes to every birthday party, playdate, or brunch. I show up where I have capacity—and leave when I’m drained. And guess what? The world keeps spinning.

Presence is my power. I may not be loud, but my child knows I’m there. Fully. That quiet, consistent presence? That’s love in motion. And it speaks volumes.

I curate, not isolate. Being introverted doesn’t mean I don’t need people. It means I need the right people—safe spaces, genuine friendships, and connections that don’t feel performative.

Society Wasn’t Built With Us in Mind—But That’s Okay

So let’s talk about it. Most systems—from schools to workplaces to motherhood expectations—were designed around extroverted energy. But just because the blueprint wasn’t built for us doesn’t mean we don’t belong. We’re not broken. We’re just different.

And motherhood doesn’t need a microphone. It needs mindfulness.

Your child doesn’t need a supermom who’s everywhere all the time. They need a grounded mom who moves with intention, listens deeply, and leads with love—even if that love is delivered in quiet tones and cozy corners.

Final Word: You Don’t Have to Become Loud to Be Heard

Dear introverted mama: You’re not too quiet. You’re not too slow. You don’t need to do more to matter.

Keep moving with intent. Keep choosing peace over performance. And remember: still waters run deep.