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Friday, February 11, 2011

Confessions of an Introverted Hostess

1 Peter 4:9-10 "Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling.
Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms."
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Newsflash: I like hosting parties.

I know, I know. Here you thought I was this shy, introverted, wouldn't-mind-being-locked-in-a-library-for-a-month-alone type of recluse. Be that as it may, I have come to discover that there is this dark, twisted, crazed inner part of me that thrives on the adrenaline rush of playing host. In sum, I like to throw a good party.

First it was just a casual get-together. A couple from church here, the in-laws for dinner there. Maybe even the occasional four-to-five friend gathering at my house, only because it was "convenient" (or so I told myself. Incidentally, I'm really good at lying to myself. Seriously, if there were an Olympic event for self-deception... gold medal, right here.)

But soon all these small gatherings were not enough. I began to crave more, bigger, better hosting opportunities. Before I knew it, I had my husband's entire family over for dinner one night. Several months later, my grandparents and in-laws. Then came the Super Bowl party. Just last weekend, I hosted a shindig of epic proportions. Somewhere between painstakingly crafting those cheesy pigs-in-a-blanket and welcoming 10 people (including 4 kids!) into my home, I realized I had gone too far for someone who proclaimed to be a people-avoiding introvert. These people were not in my living room as annoying out-of-town guests I couldn't get rid of. They were there because I had invited them, because some irrepressible part of me actually wanted them to come invade my sacred, quiet sanctuary (aka, my cozy basement lair).

Whoa. When did I start enjoying hosting parties?

Today we hosted a baby shower for one of my coworkers. It was cute in about twelve distinct ways, from the hanging clothesline of onesies to the candy-filled baby bottle guessing game to the sparkling "Mom To Be" tiara we made our guest of honor wear. My contributions included climbing onto a chair on top of a table (in order to string said clothesline from the seven-foot ceiling), filling the helium balloons just prior to the party, and baking approximately 48 chocolate and funfetti cupcakes, then decorating them with white frosting, blue spray coloring, and "It's a Boy!" baby blue Hershey's kisses. Was I proud of these accomplishments? Perhaps it would be better to ask whether I was even able to enjoy the party despite the effervescent glowing pride inside my heart. *sigh*

So, apparently this introvert is slowly shucking her long-held generic "people are evil" mentality in favor of something approaching normal social interaction or even—gasp!—hospitality.

This may not sound like much of a revelation to you, but boy, it sure was to me. Perhaps I'm unobservant when it comes to detecting changing trends in my personality. Ok, fine, I'm uber-unobservant in that area. But the fact that I have come to terms with this new facet of myself, without employing my killer self-deception skillz... well, I guess it's a good thing.

Does all this mean I now have the so-called spiritual gift of hospitality? That remains to be seen. But at least I'm about 1000% better at hosting than my painfully shy former self would have ever imagined.


  1. You did a great job hosting the baby shower today! (Can you throw another party "just because" and make those cupcakes again? They were delicious!)

  2. Thanks, Erin! Glad you liked the cupcakes. I had waaaaay too much fun decorating them. :) And yes, I will make them again "just because." Or maybe for the Oscar party. ;)