Dear Momma of Young Ones,
I was once you.
I poured everything I had into my husband and children.
I was a powerhouse. I breast fed through double mastitis and mashed up my own organic fresh baby food. I co-slept, baby next to me. I had a raging sore throat and bronchitis one Christmas and hosted BOTH sides of the family anyway. When I had a sitter come in to take care of the kids, I planned and prepared every meal. My only exercise was being late eitherwhichway I was going and having to power-walk wherever I had to go that day. I was the bill payer and the family planner. The supporter of the emotions and the late night nightmare wake-ups. If the kids were sick, I took care of them. If the adults were sick, I took care of them.
Except if that adult was me.
I even had a caring, involved husband.
But good modern day men, married to the I-can-do-it-all-but-I’m-an-under-nourished-women, are in a rough spot too…
It’s almost like for so long women couldn’t do anything visible so now we do it all – plus the invisible work.
It’s almost like we have internalized the belief that since women had nothing for so long – that we must now do everything, while still requiring nothing.
I thought things would fall apart if I took my eyes off the needs of others.
Instead, I missed a huge part of seeing myself in my adulthood. I mean it, it is a literal blur. Like a drunk blur but minus the drinks and laughs.
Please consider slowing down.
Please consider self-care.
Please consider looking at what you are doing out of habit, not necessity.
Please consider figuring out what you need.
Please ask for help.
You are the base of it all – everyone stands upon your foundational momma energy.
Please consider making what you need to happen, happen.
I know you can, because you make everything happen for everyone else.
Our children need to know they have the permission to take care and thrive.
When you give yourself this permission you will give it to them too
“WHY YES! THESE ARE BUTTERFLY AND CUPCAKE SHAPED SANDWICHES”