A mom and a friend.
I have another one in the hopper about all this that I wrote weeks ago, but it’s been too raw to post. I will, when I can. But I wanted […]
I have another one in the hopper about all this that I wrote weeks ago, but it’s been too raw to post. I will, when I can. But I wanted […]
You’re not an invisible, silent trooper. You’re a person, with value. Stop treating yourself so crappy. Stop dragging yourself through the gutter. Stop piling shit on yourself and telling yourself you deserve it because you need to prove how “strong” women are.
The era of personal responsibility with what we shove down our gullets and feed our children has begun. It doesn’t, can’t, and unless your family has a specific (discussed) agreement, won’t ever fall on one person in the household ever again.
We are, as a society, preventing ourselves from starting our days off right– or at least better– because of some random idea about what breakfast should be. When you think about it, that’s kind of ridiculous.
Dinner, the absolute wrong time of the day for us to force anything on anyone.
This is the shift. The mental attention our kiddos need at this stage has changed to something that’s very brain-consuming, and the break that both masked the shift and provided recovery has been taken away.
The break nature had built into my day as a recovery was suddenly gone. It didn’t seem fair, I was projecting that emotion onto my awesome kiddo, and she was reflecting right back what I was putting out there.
It also highlighted to me the behavior we see in others, especially those close to us, can oftentimes have it’s origins in our own actions and inclinations towards them.