And it would appear that I am the Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, Judging type ... aka The “Tender Loving Care” Mother.
Uh huh, I am sure there are many, many days my kids would strongly disagree with that one.
Which, maybe yes, maybe no.
Gentle and kind, the ISFJ mother provides her children with generous amounts of tenderness, affection, and the comfort of daily routine. Her aim is to “be there” for her children, physically and emotionally. She is sensitive to their feelings, offering closeness, understanding, and quiet support.
Loyal and devoted, the ISFJ mother has a strong sense of duty and consistently puts her children’s needs first. She delights in taking care of the little things that matter to a child, making each one feel loved and special.
To provide her family with security and warmth, the ISFJ mother tends to the practical and domestic, aiming for a smooth-running household and an attractive home. She also observes and conveys the value and importance of family traditions.
“I want my children to feel they have an ally, someone who knows them completely. I want to be a haven for them.”
I've taken much more in-depth (pages and pages of quetsions) online personality tests in the past which were based on the same introvert/extravert, sensing/intuitive, thinking/feeling, judging/perceiving system. And found that although the introverted and judging parts remain fairly constant, the sensing and feeling could just as easily be intruitive and thinking (or some combination thereof) on any given day or even hour.
In fact, any questions that deal with that thinking/feeling dichotomy, in particular, I tend to struggle with answering big time. I'm this very odd creature, you see. Very logical. And equally, if not more, emotional.
Which might explain why I very easily (and much too often for my own liking) can be having a very intelligent, logical conversation and suddenly have tears in my eyes. Almost out of nowhere. All that has to happen, is the right topic to come up. Or even the right thought enter my mind. But in the same conversation, the tears can just as quickly stop. And start again. It drives me crazy because I can't seem to control it.
Fortunately, those that know me well know that I can usually carry on a relatively intelligent conversation even while crying. They're the ones that either hand me the kleenex (which I quickly brush aside) and keep talking or just ignore the tears completely and carry on. Which I appreciate. Its not that the feelings aren't real (they are and they're very deep), its just that I seem to be wired a little ... shall we say, oddly.
By the way, you can find a list of all of the different 'mothering types' here.
So what type of parent are you?
H/T to Adventures of Law School Mama for the link